Red Brick Poetry

08/23/2026

New poetry selection in
There is a special pick in there of the original version of “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Frost, so check it out!

08/21/2026

A Narnia moment if you will today.…🦁

The faith of Lucy? A worthy topic.
The curmudgeonly faith of Puddleglum? Well it’s just what this Daughter of Eve needs today.

Haven’t read ALL the Chronicles of Narnia? Well when you get to The Silver Chair you meet Puddleglum. As a child I thought he was an endearing character similar to an adult in my life.

As a middle-aged woman trying to live faithfully? He’s me and I’m him.

These books do indeed grow with you just as Aslan does.

08/20/2026

The little sister is united with her brother on the other side now.
I had to put Buttercup to sleep today. Her health literally went to crap immediately after our dog crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Our last piggy gone.
This. FREAKING. YEAR.
Three pets in one year—no more furry friends in the house—2026 stole all of them.
🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

08/19/2026

08/19/2026

This poem is new to me and scratched just the right itch today.
It’s been quite a few months sitting with my sorrow and today was extremely hard saying goodbye to Father John.
Though I realize this poem addresses regret—it still works for a day such as this.

08/17/2026

Needed words at a most difficult moment.

08/13/2026

Memory Eternal.
This has been a difficult loss on top of so so many this year. I’ve gotten to know Father John over the last three years and he was a remarkable human being on so many levels. He’s welcomed me and ministered to me at times when my faith was a flicker—and fanned it back to life.
Please help the family out with a donation—-he has a surviving wife and three kids.

Memory Eternal! Rev. Fr. John Charest Information on services and how to help the Charest family is located on our website as information becomes available the website will be updated. From Instagram visit our link in bio for link to information. https://www.orthodoxcarnegie.org/memory-eternal-rev-fr-john-charest

08/12/2026

My first permanent installation of a poetry box I designed.
Inside is an effort of eleven years to expose people to poetry outside the normal classroom setting they likely experienced in high school. Or some other stale experience.

This project is a literary ambush.

Poetry breaks rules so it can express the things our souls experience but cannot often describe in prose. Or even in conversation with each other.

And it does it without music.

It gives me chills, sits me down, and even makes me cry when it hits just right.

Red Brick Poetry. Building a love of poetry from the ground up.

08/10/2026

Fuzzy Britches
By Season Ciechanowski

A sniff, a whiff, a sneeze or tap—
A trail follow or long, sleep running nap—
A piggy train, tuna explore, loud ball yell—
Heaven of hello, love pads along, goodbye hell.

All of you worth It, worth it all—
Seasons of fuzzy love—
Big and small.

08/05/2026