WRITING MY WAY HOME.


This is a previous post (2011) that I am re posting for new readers. MY FAMILY  history was brought to life in an unpublished memoir.   The stories lived on during a long arduous journey of research and trying to get published.   Sometimes I read pages to get close to my parents.  I squeeze in between […]

PART TWO CANDLES OF THE MOUNTAIN


ADVENTURES IN LIVINGESS-MALIBU The next morning Chantal was not in her transparently privatized bedroom with a gauzy drape.  From the kitchen I’d poured a cup of black as beans espresso from Chantal’s Turkish coffee maker and dozily slumped into a swinging love seat on the lanai. Still in my pajamas,  listless as a floating cotton […]

FREE STEPS


  Unprepared, who knows where The leaves will fall They don’t plan Where to land Maybe New York Maybe Los Angeles The postman can find The house I live in It is only walls That keeps me inside. Undisclosed strangers will walk in our paths Cross our hearts and Tread our minds Unidentified We traverse […]

Revising from the Inside Out


  I’m sitting outside in a flowerless garden because no matter how many flowers I plant, they only last one season, if that long. The garden is erupting out of its winter coat, and lime green buds will have to do for now. The sky that seals me in is licked with revisionary hope;  the kind […]

EDITS AND REVISIONS IN THE GARDEN


SMILEY’S DICE-ADVENTURES IN LIVINGNESS By:Luellen Smiley  SANTA FE,NM. I’m sitting outside in a flowerless garden because no matter how many flowers I plant, they only last one season, if that long. The garden is erupting out of its winter coat, and lime green leaves, plants, and stalks will have to do for now. The sky […]

THE MEMOIR IN PROGRESS


                                                                             MY HOODLUM SAINT WHERE TO BEGIN THIS STORY OF A FATHER THAT I ONLY CAME TO UNDERSTAND BY READING HIS FBI FILES, BOOKS ABOUT MOB HISTORY WRITTEN BY LAW ENFORCEMENT AND COLLEGE PROFESSORS, AND DOCUMENTARIES PRODUCED BY FOES OF MY FATHER. My last year with Dad was 1981. Naive, and unconcerned with where […]

WHY DEL MAR


I am a diarist. I record life around me so I can understand, as if by understanding I will find peace. Recording the exaggerated emotion and incidents of life began as a young girl when my mother gave me a diary.  A good storyteller has to live life differently than the rest of us; otherwise, […]

MY KENNY


      The Summer of 1973. Los Angeles.   Ken drove a rusty VW hippie van that configured around his restless and unpredictable patterns.  He was known to drive, stop, and stay in the same spot three days. Our adventures began on Pacific Coast Highway driving along without any direction or plan.  Ken would be singing […]

ADVENTURES IN LOVINGNESS


The sky is brush stroked with rivers of grey clouds interceding the passing blue of the day. I feel breathed, my heart exhausted, and my spirit is groping for remission, like an Advil into a hangover. I remember my childhood, my first kiss, the day I announced to a class of fellow writers that I […]

AFTER MY FATHER DIED.. I DROVE TO DEL MAR, CA


Image via Wikipedia Dreams we all have; comfort, love, and health, peak through the brown stalked winter trees, through the blinding white cloud cover pushing through icy winds, and snow storms that settle on the lonely sidewalk, and rise to my drape-less window. On such a Saturday, I am slacking on the downstairs sofa with […]