Robin Ellen Lucas 10/7/26 Robin Ellen Lucas 10/7/26

We are who we are

Mom & Dad, do you hear me? I know you do. You visit me as birds, usually whenever I’m hiking. You’re identical, like twins, yet are distinguished and separated from each other on respective branches. I like to see you separate—rather than entwined—so that I can speak to each of you as separate identities.

When I was growing up through to a year or so before you died, you were a hybrid person together as one. It was hard for me to distinguish the feelings I was having about the loss of each of you.

robin ellen lucas 9/2/14 robin ellen lucas 9/2/14

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nineteen

Here, as I type, you are close.
(you are just on the other side of my sentences).

You are watching my face
trying to figure out where words
come from.

robin ellen lucas 2/12/14 robin ellen lucas 2/12/14

When ideas melt into words: Creative copywriting that inspires - freelance writer, poet, digital marketing

Which words really matter? Creative to meticulous. The ones that, together in a phrase, have multiple meanings—double entendres—depending on how they are read. I'm a freelance copywriter and a poet. I'm an online marketer and an editor. I'm a social media junkie and a web site blog developer. I'm a blogger and a journalist.

robin ellen lucas 6/19/13 robin ellen lucas 6/19/13

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part twelve

Is it a heart or mind that is captured when a story comes to live on the screen as if concocted as typed? A memory or imagery merges—paints itself across the screen as envisioned—with feelings and colors from a world that doesn’t quite exist, yet does.

robin ellen lucas 6/4/13 robin ellen lucas 6/4/13

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part ten

Your tapestry speaks of histories, of memories, and of dreams once lived yet maybe not. You are a heart that I have won. Even my nervous and tender sentences do not put a dent in your undying craze over me.

robin ellen lucas 5/23/13 robin ellen lucas 5/23/13

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part nine

You are green and blue light, swirling together. I hear you thinking. There is something about you I want to learn, grow into and hide in. I do already. You know.

robin ellen lucas 3/2/13 robin ellen lucas 3/2/13

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part six

The way you are looking at me now creates an incredible story in me. It goes on for days. Did you know the power of your eyes? The power of us—as my eyes connect with yours, even from the distance, even in pixels that attempt to encapsulate skin and texture?

robin ellen lucas 12/10/12 robin ellen lucas 12/10/12

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four

Sometimes the words don’t come—well only the ones that no one wants to hear. These are the times when I need them the most. It’s when I desperately wish I could write a wonderful book just for me to read, so that I will believe that it’s possible to touch another being in this moment.

robin ellen lucas 11/11/12 robin ellen lucas 11/11/12

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three

As the wind blows, I know why I’m a writer. Because life is in balance; like a seesaw, it tips. I see through a lens that looks for what’s interspersed as opposites—each sting has a petal. I can hear what you see when I am grateful to be alive.