…stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale… Continue reading →
Where go all the words •
When the spring comes rushing in, •
Sparkling, her eyes. Continue reading →
Tonight at the Sunday Night Writing Group, while everyone else was sprinting away on their fiction, I was plowing through files full of poetry. I made two new files: one for haiku and the other for poems which struck me … Continue reading →
but this time in paint. They change so much in the first 24 hours and of course scanning is better than handheld photos. First one is a quarter-sheet size – 12″ x 16″, second an eighth or so. Third one … Continue reading →
Looking to the east around here often looks something like this: close trees, distant hills (right now with that just coming into pinky-pre-budding color) and then sky. I’ll take it.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each person’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
