Adrienne YeardyeFounder and Community Mentor

Hi! I’m Adrienne Yeardye. I am currently living in Hamilton, Ontario. I moved here to be close to my family, and especially to be near my Grandpa. He was 94 years old, and choose to live at home until he walked into the sunset Thanksgiving weekend, 2018. It was a magnificent experience. He was my Oracle.

Selfishly, this “pause” in my own life has been existentially rewarding. I’m certain that the indefinite slow-down and separation from my “normal life” is what inspired me to create these writing projects. Both communities – Consciously Woman and Creatively Hip – are helping me to grow as a writer too. It is another amazing experience!

In the coming months, with the help of some dear friends who share the same passion for writing as I do, I will be expanding the Creatively Hip community. I will also be a “member” who enjoys learning and sharing about writing. I hope to publish a book one day too!

We hope you will join us – as readers and as writers!

Latest Contributions

Unchanged

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman   She stood on top of the vortex Unchanged Its ether curling around her ankles Like the neighbour’s cat.   Familiar.   She let her smile soften Down her back Becoming a tail And the words came calling Unchanged.    

Little House on the Prairie

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman   Marta smokes but Suzie doesn’t. It’s a disgusting habit. She throws live butts out the window on the way to the office.   Once upon a time on the Trans Canada the grassy median exploded into flames behind her.   That’s a lie. It was the 401 on […]

Ledge on the Escarpment

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I prefer to be six feet under all the shuffling and the limping. Soles peaceful Dangling Into the sunset. The 403 is growling along its backbone and on fire.   Wishing for her beauty The city flosses his teeth.

Odenibi

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I walked along the peak of the roof barefoot with Jim Free. Mohawk from Thunderbay but I didn’t care. I loved his big laugh and his loud ideas.   He spoke easy.   The shingles were still warm from the day. I curled my toes around the edges bending […]

In Too

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I wonder if we are mythical creatures incarnate lending our hearts to the grocery store clerk sharpening our blades into careless lovers relishing a moment’s peace in a cigarette crackling gently into the darkness and spreading into the vein truly

Jupiter M. Ray

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman “Good morning Sunshine,” he chirped enthusiastically, sprawling out on the bed beside me. “You awake?” “Hmmm.” He was 4 minutes ahead of the alarm. “You’re early. Lie still.” “Your heart is my kingdom, my Lady.” He gently touched my cheek with his paw. “I hunt for its beat between […]

Between Stations

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I re-entered the atmosphere Stars aligned seamlessly before me After a conversation with the Man on the Moon. The Manitoba sunset fused my history With my bones. Balancing the lighter on the dashboard Upright The cars became cars again Destined for home.

C’est Fromage

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I want to glue them all together: The stars; Plastics; Provolone; Love. I want them to know there is less than one molecule between them, That they are not special. I want them to know how the Universe becomes them. Equally. And that they should be so honoured.

Ledum

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive Time slides only into its own puncture wounds, precisely.

I Am The Walrus

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I’m kidding. I am The Caterpillar. But that doesn’t make much sense to me either. Truth is, I’m Jack. I’m a normal, hyper-intelligent guy from Provo, Utah, trying to make sense of a contract I signed three years ago. They want to develop my work, so why not? I […]

The Kiss

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I did see him first. I tried to duck back into the bank, but the pull towards him was too great. He felt me and stopped dead, looking up from his phone. There was no need to motion me over; my feet were already crossing the street. Magnetism is […]

Meet Virginia

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I arrived at the party, already one in, with an entire bag of bacon treats evenly spread between the pockets of my jeans and my left sock. The aim was to be loose and irresistible. Trevor called at 7 am this morning, desperate. His girlfriend’s aunt died two weeks […]

Out of This World

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive Phone rings with a clang. Rotary dial. I’m in my hide out. “Marta. You have to come up for air.” “Mom. No can do. I’m only half way through the series. I’m just about finished the night. Morning will be tomorrow and the next day. Then, the afternoon. I […]

Returning

Time stands still vigil a moment of silence for free in reverence with honour then gently Time opens its hand returning to me that which was never lost but kept safely between the lines Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive

Ultimately

And ultimately it was that job that drove me to this: The Book of Revelations is written on the souls of my feet Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive

Or Because My Eyes Have Opened

I’m never sure exactly what wakes me. I’m never sure if my eyes are open to the smell of coffee, to the breeze off the lake and through the sunshine, or if to the glint of the blue stain glass, its twinkling. The cat is always purring gently, and I always wonder how long she’s […]

Inspiration Challenge for the Week of Feb. 11 – Secret Garden

Calling all ya’ll: Do you have a figurative secret garden? Tell us about it!  

The Secret Weapon

For the record, my heart’s desire is to write fiction. Truth and fact, that’s easy and utilitarian. The real challenge, the real love of my life, is always the mythical, that force grinding the dullness off of the edges and sharpening life into the beauty that it already is. We do not resist fiction. We […]

Then Looking Up

Psoas long as the stars hang in the sky still The ankle bone is connected to the cervical spine Then Looking Up I wrote this a bunch of years ago. I have shared it 2 other times; this is the third. Both times, the reaction was silence, no comment. The first time to the man […]

Inspiration Challenge for the Week of Jan. 28 – Red in the Face

Tell us about an embarrassing situation that happened to you.

Adrienne Yeardye

HI I’m Adrienne Yeardye. I am currently living in Hamilton Ontario. I moved here to be close to my family, especially to be near my Grandpa. He’s 94 years old, and continues to choose to live at home. It is a magnificent experience. He’s my Oracle. Selfishly, this “pause” in my own life has been […]

Introduce Your Bad Self!

Hello All! This is the place where we post a picture and a little bio about ourselves. Tell us who you are. Please use a picture of YOU that we can see. As the community grows this will be how we connect to each other. The connection to each other is our number one asset. […]

Born Liar

My Grandpa lies. Big ones. Fat ones. Short ones. Skinny ones. And he’s good too. He can tell a thorough half-truth while shoe-horning into his hushpuppies, without even blinking an eye. In fact, some of his best lies are so good, they have been happily, and knowingly, traded for the truth.   When I was […]

Imagine That is True

Technically, Martin died of a stroke. The sound of his head hitting the floor pierced the silence. By the time the ice cubes from his Manhattan came to a gentle stop on the immaculate hardwood, he had arrived, and was sitting comfortably in the wing back by the fire. He was relieved that his body […]

Inspiration Challenge for the Week of Jan. 7 – A Blank Page

Happy New Year Hipsters! There is a meme out there slathering itself all over social media. Let’s capture it and put it in a bug-jar. “Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” Brad Paisley It’s on it’s second lap around the Universe and is sure to make […]

Angels, All

When my agent told me she had just the gig to cure my mid-career crisis, of course I guffawed. I told her I still felt like I was 20. She said: “Yes. Ill-humoured, under-fed, and over-caffeinated. You’re a train wreck.” “Whatever. I look fabulous! These shoes are in, my friend.” “Yes. If you are 20. […]

Inspiration Challenge for the Week of Dec. 17 – Elf on the Shelf

Hey Hipsters!  The time is near…. YOU are the Elf on the Shelf. What do you see? Fact. Fiction. Poetry or prose. Write ON.