Is there such a thing as live-reporting in sonnet form? I guess there is now! I rode high in the bright tow truck looking around my neighborhood while the tattooed driver drove on watching messages popping up we descended from … Continue reading →
for years I’ve sewn yards of fabric
many miles of thread all colors
enough to explore space I guess
I’ve counted the days in bobbins Continue reading →
dad’s face outlined in fire orange •
where all backyard fades to history Continue reading →
Here’s April again so here comes NaPoWriMo. Not sure if I’ll be able to stay with longer form all month but let’s start with a sonnet.The NaPoWriMo site prompts to try a Tanka but this is a stretch for me … Continue reading →
To love what you do and feel that it matters–how could anything be more fun.
