Jane HelmsForty Fathoms DeepJust testing. No one sees through the murk. Not even me, and I am fully equipped, at least according to the brochure.Mar 5, 2017Mar 5, 2017
Jane HelmsBuddha GlancingTwo months ago, I did some charcoal sketches of the Buddha that my husband bought on a trip.Feb 25, 2017Feb 25, 2017
Jane HelmsThe Page-Stained MysteryLooking for inspiration for today’s entry in the 52-week writing challenge, I dragged the heavy (nearly ten pounds, over 2000 pages)…Feb 18, 2017Feb 18, 2017
Jane HelmsThe Bite of the Snow MoonThey are, for the moment, a collection of sharp shadows, trapped between the night sky and the moon-lit water.Feb 11, 2017Feb 11, 2017
Jane HelmsBuried Alive but Still BreathingI’ve been struggling with a Cold War memoir.Feb 4, 2017Feb 4, 2017
Jane HelmsWeek 4: The Beaded JourneyMy father lost his mind but kept his worry beads. They were something to play with. Coins rattled. Beads clicked. Memory flickered from…Jan 29, 2017Jan 29, 2017
Jane HelmsThe Cathedral and the MushroomIn response to the Writing Cooperative’s 52-week Writing Challenge, I choose to publish, on Medium, something that I have discovered within…Jan 7, 2017Jan 7, 2017