This is the end of winter • to wake alone, outside the duvet, Continue reading →
I apparently fell asleep last night thinking I’d posted this but apparently not. It is dark in the car in the driveway because, and only because, my eyes are closed. I sit. The quiet, gentle and all around. A bird … Continue reading →
from that Ted Kooser Book. Slow going reading this book because it is packed to the brim with gems like this and Ted Kooser thinking about poetry from all different directions. Artichoke O heart weighed down by so many wings. … Continue reading →
jelly jeopardy •
“Made from cooked and strained apples” •
“what’s apple jelly?” Continue reading →
From the “About This Book” This is only one of many books about poetry writing. It’s not very lengthy because there’s only so much I know. I’ve learned a lot about writing poems, but I’ll never get to the end … Continue reading →
Whenever two good people argue over principles, they are both right.
