Is there such a thing as live-reporting in sonnet form? I guess there is now! I rode high in the bright tow truck looking around my neighborhood while the tattooed driver drove on watching messages popping up we descended from … Continue reading →
for years I’ve sewn yards of fabric
many miles of thread all colors
enough to explore space I guess
I’ve counted the days in bobbins Continue reading →
dad’s face outlined in fire orange •
where all backyard fades to history Continue reading →
Here’s April again so here comes NaPoWriMo. Not sure if I’ll be able to stay with longer form all month but let’s start with a sonnet.The NaPoWriMo site prompts to try a Tanka but this is a stretch for me … Continue reading →
There’s more that we could never imagine happening going on, and this year’s September 11 remembrances may seem to be fading in a world that seems more and more violent and dystopic. Yesterday an assassination of a political person seems to have equal numbers of fingers pointing at both sides. But violence is never the answer. We must remain committed to our belief that freedom can be held by many, even though they don’t always agree on everything. We can agree enough. And we can agree and disagree peacefully. Continue reading →
It, (creativity) requires an inclination to step into the unknown, as well as the ability to persist when there is no end in sight.
