Now you might ask, but MB – I didn’t see Day Nineteen? And you would be right. Every month-o-poems, there’s a chance that a poem might be just a little too personal, a little too pointed , a little too … Continue reading →
Because who really knows what time or day it is? Obviously not this girl! In my defense I had a moment of – look at you going to bed early! what day is today was there no poem yesterday life … Continue reading →
I was thinking about some of the things that were just setting in last year – changes at work, figuring out grocery shopping etc. year that slipped away isolation fell like snow to weirding quiet often day’s high point lunch … Continue reading →
I had a bunch of time on my hands this morning – and into the afternoon – and among other things thought about tomorrow being National Haiku Day. So let’s just say I got an early start… I remain on … Continue reading →
Rainy, temperature dropping, a day to appreciate gray. there is no surprise on this April day trees softening pink green gold red against the grey blurring against the rain all is quiet A flash of sky startles all to green. … Continue reading →
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
