a few minutes left •
poetry flung globally •
world poetry day Continue reading →
the drawers are refilled •
with clothes ready to be loved, •
those I wear often. Continue reading →
world poetry day •
your rhythm, my words, dancing, •
written and spoken Continue reading →
to leave what is best •
the gold smelted from the base •
to shine in your eyes. Continue reading →
come sit beside me •
we’ll recite our favorites •
and sing our own songs Continue reading →
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.
