That means tomorrow is April first, the first day of National Poetry Writing Month and National Poetry Month. Continue reading →
Where go all the words •
When the spring comes rushing in, •
Sparkling, her eyes. Continue reading →
Tonight at the Sunday Night Writing Group, while everyone else was sprinting away on their fiction, I was plowing through files full of poetry. I made two new files: one for haiku and the other for poems which struck me … Continue reading →
I enjoyed the rare moments of dialogue too – the reactions of others and mine to some I encountered. Need to find more of that. Continue reading →
The last of April, green thrown lightly to •
the near hills, a scarf catching the last sun Continue reading →
Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.
