A weird Thursday, woke to snow (and an open window since I totally missed that forecast). Bright and sunny and cold but with wild wind and changing sky. Worms are settling in. Internet finally returns after twenty-four plus hours… it’s … Continue reading →
Busy day doing not much of anything and I’m trying to work with the NaPoWriMo prompt and now I’ve forgotten what it was really all about… You’ve taken that quiz: what x number of people living or dead would you … Continue reading →
Well, to say the least, it was raining. And then it rained some more. And then Billy Collins did his live reading at 5:30 – Thank you Billy! When the rain came down making circles in circles of the world … Continue reading →
I think many are experiencing these sudden grabs of emotion. Every day, a swath of tears leaps unexpected a cut of green against weeds in an April landscape The rest runs to rules hills fading to light and blue above … Continue reading →
The mail brought a postcard and the NaPoWriMo prompt brought a link to a lovely archived version of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Lovely indeed and a welcome diversion on this cold April morning. I looked up the meaning of … Continue reading →
Any form of art is a form of power, it has impact, it can affect changeit can not only move us, it makes us move.
