morning most mixed up • did I really brush my teeth? • is the mail here? • Look! my packages! Continue reading →
Day 19 of National Poetry Month. I ended up doing research at lunch time rather than writing… so many questions. Continue reading →
I watch the light pour across the valley • the light painters justified • here it’s a hoped for common • these valleys this river • those hills, that next roll of hills Continue reading →
The magic that keeps thee shall shine • like the stars above on my baby so fine Continue reading →
there on the path laid a plot twist. What can you do? Apparently I can’t even stay in charge when the work is seventeen syllables at a time. Continue reading →
The boy gathers materials for a temple, and then when he is thirty, concludes to build a woodshed.
