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Monthly Archives: September 2011

One clover, and one bee…


To Make a Prairie (1755) by Emily Dickinson


To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
… If bees are few.



Thank you for supporting my journey…

I wanted to thank all of those who attended the book signing at Changing Hands on Monday evening. It was a lovely evening and I appreciate those of you who continue to support me in this journey.


“Musicians, artists, authors, poets…whatever your tool of choice…the journey becomes a creative process. Musicians use notes and rhythm to convey emotion. Artists use pastels and oils and mixed media to communicate emotion. Poets and authors use the well-chosen word and perfect turn of phrase to evoke emotion.


And in the end we all draw from our memories, our experiences…from people and places…and from our hopes and dreams for the future to bring about the creative process that becomes a haunting melody, a beautiful painting, a reflective book of poetry or a romantic novel…  along our life’s journey.” ~ C. L. Gillmore 9/26/2011

America – A Horse With No Name

New Video – Meet C.L. Gillmore

C. L. Gillmore, author and poet, telling stories about life and love.

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Book signing today…amazing.

“There were deep secrets, hidden in my heart, never said for fear others would scoff or sneer. At last I can reveal my sufferings, for the strength I once felt in silence has lost all its power.”– Deidra Sarault

Depths of Matchless Recall

The human mind…amazing…a truly magnificent creation.

Godly by design, with depths of matchless recall…a sensual saturation.


I can close my eyes, clear my mind of all the collective clutter.

Then let my weary soul lift up on wings that quietly flutter

Back through time so effortlessly to nearly forgotten places

To treasured friends and bittersweet lovers, now cherished, ageless faces.


Again we are caught up in time…youthful, wild and free.

Together we laugh, we dare, we love…unafraid to simply be.

It might have been just circumstance…the music, or just the time.

Whatever it was, it has become a most lovely memory of mine.


And sometimes, oh so quietly, that memory comes along

A certain sound, a smell, a touch…the words of a familiar song.

Then time dissolves, and there we are wrapped in youthful passion

Intense emotions, feelings so tender, embrace me with obsession.


In my youth I was a dreamer…imagination my best friend.

My mind could safely take me places and bring me back again.

Now all those places of my youth have become sweet memories.

I hold them close within my heart and cherish each one tenderly.


The human mind…amazing…a truly magnificent creation.

Godly by design, with depths of matchless recall…a sensual saturation.

By C. L. Gillmore, Copyright 2010

Small Town by John Mellencamp

Used to being alone…

“At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.”–Maya Angelou


From A Friend Request by CL Gillmore…

“This concept of “aloneness” was hard for me to understand. I wanted to be alone. I was used to being alone. I loved my apartment and the independence it afforded me yet there were many nights and times that I felt afraid and alone…isolated. I wanted to be with someone, to talk with someone, a friend, a lover maybe. But I purposely chose to be alone. Even when I was with people, I felt alone. I felt alone in a crowd. How could that be? I knew all of this must relate in some way or another to my childhood, my family. But there was no family. The concept of family ended when my dad died. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t make sense of it and I wasn’t comfortable talking with anyone about how I felt. Talking about my feelings. So I sucked it up and continued on with my life. My life alone. What else was there to do?”

Glenn Frey – “You Are Not Alone”

Local Author C. L. Gillmore Signing Books at Changing Hands Book Store

C. L. Gillmore will be at Changing Hands Book Store to sign copies of her novel, Uncommon Bond and her book of poetry called Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes.

09.22.2011– C. L. Gillmore welcomes the public to a book signing and reception at Changing Hands Book Store on Monday, September 26, 2011 at 7:00 p.m. Changing Hands is located at 6428 S. McClintock, Tempe, AZ 85283. Refreshments will be served.

C. L. Gillmore’s novel about passion, love and longing takes the reader into the conflicting realms of the forbidden and the exciting. Uncommon Bond pulls back the curtain on Rose and Jake, two people who reconnect through Facebook after nearly 40 years of separate lives.

The sequel is underway with a working title A Friend Request. The book features more adventures in romance with Jake and Rose.

Gillmore is a retired special education teacher for whom writing has always been an important part of life. “My second grade teacher was a big influence,” Gillmore says. “She was instructive and encouraging and made me love putting my thoughts on paper.”

Fascinated with Facebook, texting and chat, Gillmore was able to weave a great story about baby boomers living and loving in a high tech romance. Each chapter starts with a poem penned by Rose to convey feelings sparked by “talking” with Jake.

The 28 poems are also featured in Gillmore’s first poetry book called Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes. The poetry covers Gillmore’s life experiences from pain in childhood through true friendships in young adulthood to a career in service to the most special kinds of children.

The Arizona Author’s Association has selected C. L. Gillmore’s poetry collection Of Roots, Shoes & Rhymes as a finalist in their 2011 Literary Contest. The final places will be announced at the banquet and awards presentation on November 5.

Gillmore collaborated with Kathryn Henneman for the cover art and full-color interior pages of the book. Henneman, a renowned abstract expressionist, devoted two original paintings to the project.

“So many people supported and encouraged me in this new phase of life,” Gillmore says. “I am excited to be in print and living my dreams. My next novel is just the second in a long list I have in my head.”

A transplant from Muscatine, Iowa, Gillmore resides in Surprise, Arizona with her husband Mike. She has two adult children and five grandchildren. She is writing another novel sure to please her growing fan base.

The novel, poetry book and audio CD of Gillmore’s poetry reading are available on her website, The books are also available on Amazon in print and Kindle format.

Book signings and other events with the author are listed on the author’s website: For further information, contact Deborah Brown at 623-824-2727.



“What difference does it make how I am treated by life? My real life is within.”

-Angela L. Wozniak

Joni Mitchell – Both Sides Now (Live, 1970)

Do Something …

“To do nothing is failure. To try, and in the trying you make some mistakes and then you make some positive change as a result of those mistakes, is to learn and to grow and to blossom.” ~  Darlene Larson Jenks

A Smooth Take-off!


I’ve been spending a good part of my day this past week at Paradise Bakery working on the sequel novel to Uncommon Bond. I’m through the Prologue, will finish Chapter 1 today, and have a start on the ending. For me writing a novel is like flying a plane…I’ve had a smooth take-off and now am in the air heading toward my cruising altitude and speed. In a few months I will attempt a smooth landing with as few casualties as possible! Only lost one passenger last novel!

Steve Miller Band – Jet Airliner

The “Little” Turtle…

A 250 lb. gentle giant wandered into my son Adam’s driveway yesterday and now has a great home with 3 grandkids who love it! Reminded me of this favorite childhood poem from 2nd grade…The (NOT SO) Little Turtle!

The Little Turtle

By Vachel Lindsay 1879–1931


There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn’t catch me.

“Happy Together” by the Turtles