The cat sits in the doorway • watching. Continue reading →
I walk the edge of your shelf • wave away the dust • Continue reading →
It’s so lovely to have some new visitors here today, especially coming from NaPoWriMo Headquarter’s link to my first poem of the month.
It was a perfect day for opening day of trout season. There were many cars parked along Rt 20 near the Kinderhook Creek. Enough water, no snow, not too hot, not too windy. Those fishermen must have paid someone off. Continue reading →
I went to sleep just before Poetry month started but did resolve to try and stick with an over-arching theme that I will try not to reveal until the end. Ha! you thought I’d just blab it out, didn’t you. Continue reading →
Not the fruit of experience but experience itself, is the end.
