What happens when you look at the morning sky and wish you could paint a blueness just like that. Dark deep endless the sky last night filled with stars and planets and myth This morning, a blue bowl – a … Continue reading →
The best part of monthly “events” like NaPoWriMo and the August Postcard Poetry Festival is that it gets you to sit down at the blank page every stinkin’ day. Yeah, so what if you miss a day. Who cares? I … Continue reading →
Haven’t you heard the effect of peepers zooming by in the night? I wanted to write you words tonight driving home from work, after a movie but I watched the world instead. The highway rolled by, familiar, random red dots … Continue reading →
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo was to write a Bop: “The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) … Continue reading →
Tough day to find that little shred of something to start with. Luckily I got this amazing little book in a pile of “Take These! Free!” books at the library last week – the suede (aka fuzzy cover) edition of … Continue reading →
Everywhere you look in science, the harder it becomes to understand the universe without God.
