About Linda DeMerle
Poet, painter, matcher of socks, archive of random snippets de trop. I've made ice cream cones, sold retail from lumber to books, dressed windows, written resumes, fed chipmunks, answered phones, cared for children which included frequent extraction of 2 legs from 1 pant leg and exploring the restrooms of America. Taught a little art, did a little PR, published poems and creative nonfiction, powdered Robert Novak's nose. I once met Ray Davies. Lovely man.
Married with start-up adults. Publication credits include Acoustic Guitar Magazine, The Syracuse New Times, The Syracuse Newspapers, Wide Open Magazine, Illya's Honey, Recursive Angel, 2River View, fishwrap and other small press journals; former editor/publisher of Disclosures literary ezine. Three exhibits of paintings.
I love nature, painting, music, beach combing and designing stained glass. Interests include spirituality, art, history and handbags. We live beside the woods with whomever is here at the time with our little black cat amid thousands of loose photographs.
In the great shadow
we carry our gear;
picnic basket, thermos, blanket to
a soft spot where our feet sink in
A rosy sky promises to deliver
and the water lies nearly still
glass-smooth the face of a mirror
that reaches up and strokes the beach
with glimmering trails that soak down deep
and will not stay to be admired but are followed by countless more
There is more than enough, here.
My Monastery is a Sofa 