Tomorrow is April 17th — it must be time for International Haiku Day! Pens, pencils, notepads and screens at the ready. Flex your fingers -shake ’em out! Show the world what you have, seventeen syllables at a time. Might even … Continue reading →
Nature forgiven •
in an april afternoon •
look – the daffodils! Continue reading →
What happens when you look at the morning sky and wish you could paint a blueness just like that. Dark deep endless the sky last night filled with stars and planets and myth This morning, a blue bowl – a … Continue reading →
The best part of monthly “events” like NaPoWriMo and the August Postcard Poetry Festival is that it gets you to sit down at the blank page every stinkin’ day. Yeah, so what if you miss a day. Who cares? I … Continue reading →
Haven’t you heard the effect of peepers zooming by in the night? I wanted to write you words tonight driving home from work, after a movie but I watched the world instead. The highway rolled by, familiar, random red dots … Continue reading →
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
