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 →
I only know that • the act of sitting still • is a great teacher Continue reading →
The camera caught • his long nose and he needs a • manicure badly Continue reading →
Deep within man dwell those slumbering powers; powers that would astonish him, that he never dreamed of possessing; forces that would revolutionize his life if aroused and put into action.
