October 2026: A New Chapter

Maybe you, too, are welcoming the end of summer. It was hot. Hot! At times, breathing felt like a task; having an ice cream cone felt divine.

As usual, I woke at three o’clock in the morning to write. My companion: a rich and flavorful café Cubano. Around three in the afternoon, I’d pick up my pen again to edit yet another draft—I’ve lost count—of my next novel, tentatively titled No Good Unpunished. My companion then: a cool matcha tea ice cream cone.

I found the courage to leave my full-time role as Office and Human Resources Manager at my son’s company and become a Human Resources Consultant. With this arrangement, I can dedicate more time to my writing and still have time to enjoy my golden years. I am excited; I’m also cautious. I rewrote my business plan… with more reality than dreams built into it.

I look forward to this new phase in my life. I hope to continue my grassroots marketing, meeting readers in coffee shops and mom-and-pop shops, where we can connect over more than books. I want to write books I enjoy writing and you enjoy reading. I hope to find you in our community!

A POET

A poet seeking to find his voice

on a hopeful journey

stayed close to other poets.

By happenstance, the poet found

a fellow poet and asked him,

“I want to be a poet full of verse and rhyme.

Show me how the dove finds the wind beneathits wings.”

The fellow poet smiled. “The dove spreads its wings

to welcome the depth and breadth of the wind.

Beyond the barriers of self, the dove is free…

So, too, will you be free to string words,

free from what other poets might think.

Self-reliance makes the heart sing.It’s like seeing yourself in the mirror as a flowet

while you are still a seed.”

Written by Elaine Kinkead

www.elainekinkead.com

Original: December 22, 2023

Final: 10/12/2026

Identifying my friends and readers.

Beloved Friends, 

Friends share something of their own. They like something a lot, and it can be superficial like "we like to stay up late" but just as important to them as, "we enjoy the silence, the forest." 

Many times, friendship is a gift. The poet wrote: "Heaven gave its friend the pilgrim, shade, and he felt blessed."

A person addresses another person, by letter, in an affectionate way, even if they do not know each other, or there is no friendly relationship... properly established. The person calls the other person a companion, comrade, colleague, ally, buddy, a partner. 

I write because I love my craft, and when I do, you become my friend, buddy, colleague, an ally, and I love you and think of you when I write, prose, or poetry. There is this feeling that there must be someone in the immense universe who finds resonance when they read my writings. They know as well as I do, that we live in the same dimension, share the same frequency, even though we have not met yet. 

Maybe one day, I will meet you in a reading; admiring a work of art, or I already know you because we are colleagues, we have a professional friendship, or you are already my reader. My friends have no age, no ethnicity, what do we have in common? We value authenticity and meaning in another human being. And that is my motto: 

"We value authenticity and meaning in another human being."

“"Join my bilingual circle of readers!”

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Celebrating Earth Day

@elainekinkead. author

Dear friends,

I write to celebrate April 22, Earth Day.

Earth grounds us all. It is where it all begins.  Earth’s soil, water and air are pure, intentional and deeply nurture each one of us. Everything earth provides us with is the result of a wholesome rhythm. 

Ode to Earth 

Water. It runs freely. At times peacefully; at times, taking with it 

everything on its way. Offering no excuses; just listening to its own state of mind.

Throughout its existence, earth has known there is no void in wholesomeness. It’s aware that water lacks wisdom; it flows, or overflows recklessly. The air is patient and waits to be called to become a storm.

Earth is aware that water and air will sculpt its surface, and it knows the difference between quietness and rage…

It feels pain as water breaks apart it’s surface; and knows the wind bristles her.

Yet, an overflowing river will eventually return to its course, and the wind will become the breeze that oversees the transformation of what was to what is. 

Throughout centuries, earth has generously germinated in its womb, crops to sustain the life of the hand that fed her. In all fairness, earth also eradicates from its soul whoever torments her…

Once the cycle is over,

Soil, air and water will find solace in each other.

The air will remain gentle until it is called to become a storm…

While rivers quietly flow to the sea under cries for forgiveness,  

The soil is still grateful when man allows her to rest every seven years.