There was a photo, and the suggestion to take a book of poetry in hand. Take the last line of the first poem, the first line of the last poem and a random line of a random poem in between. … Continue reading →
Naomi sent a link to this poem, which caused me to sit and read and re-read for awhile. Anything that uses the word helically and interate would make word lovers happy but this is awesome. A note from Tor.com announces … Continue reading →
1. Could I die sitting on the low wooden step in a patch of welcome warm sun, that unexpected April day? Coffee falling from my hands or cooling by my hip Face tilted up. Orange glow fading to white. 2. … Continue reading →
Yesterday’s poem took some doing. Several tries at writing, some re-writing, some gathering up my head again during the process, some thinking about bailing all-together, some angst about publishing it and where. I am going to publish each day’s work … Continue reading →
Today’s prompt from Not Without Poetry was: “Write a poem in the form of a letter to a person you desire but have not told, telling him or her what you would like to do to them.” This might not … Continue reading →
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
