…stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale… 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 have freed the mailbox!
but this time in paint. They change so much in the first 24 hours and of course scanning is better than handheld photos. First one is a quarter-sheet size – 12″ x 16″, second an eighth or so. Third one … Continue reading →
More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.
