Writers' Group
Fridays, 10:00 am - 12:00 pm
San Fernando room

Mission
We are a welcoming group of writers with different skill levels who gather weekly to hone our craft and share our work in an encouraging atmosphere of friendship and mutual support. We pray, we listen, we learn, we laugh.

About Us
​We explore and practice different types of writing and read our work to one another each week. Some days we do “free writing” for ten minutes on a chosen topic. Other weeks we read our prepared pieces (limit 750 words) on a designated subject. Our comments on one another’s writing are constructive and honor the deep feelings that are expressed.

Our topics are not overtly “religious,” but give us an opportunity to express the concerns of our souls. Many consider the experience to be healing. We encourage humor and playfulness; we laugh a lot. This is as much a faith sharing group as it is a writing group. We pray together. We take care of one another.​

We share each other resources about writing and, equally, the responsibility for the successful working of the group.

New members are welcome anytime to our friendly group.

Contact:
Eva Velasquez [email protected]
Linda Lower [email protected]

GRAPES
I am wine of grapes born
on the mountains that never exploded.
The strength of this land
runs through my veins
and sings the music
that sounds and spreads
throughout wherever there is life.

UVAS
Soy vino de uvas nacidas
en monte que nunca explotó.
La fuerza de esta tierra
corre por mis venas
y canta la múisica
que suena y se esparce
por doquiera que haya vida.

Carmen Mogg (Caso-Bercht)
Mayo, 2025
Chappellet, Napa Valley

MY DREAM
by Dave Flood

I walked this morning silently with Death,
He measured me - as what a thoughtful tailor,
We walked until we both were out of breath,
He opened an unseen door - as would a jailer.
I stepped into a world I'd never seen,
With flowers up and down the mountain side.
There was a gentle lady - all her dress ashen,
Who beckoned me to join her for a ride.
We galloped through a valley fresh and green,
And stopped to let her steed drink at a lake.
Her gold tiara marked her as a queen,
I noted fairies dancing in her wake.
She wielded softly a gem-studded wand,
And graciously created scenes of elegance,
It seemed of images of clouds she was most fond,
I looked in awe - enraptured in a trance.
All through a plethora of sun-drenched days
We spent together soaking up the scenes
Of sunlit towering clouds that would amaze
And dazzle us as if we were in dreams.
And then very suddenly she was gone.
I was left alone beside the misty lake.
My phone alarm abruptly announced the dawn
A familiar world began to form –

I was
Awake!

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