Nope, I’m here. Just been busy and tired and doing this and that which doesn’t always seem like very much. Put together a packet of poems to send the two workshop teachers I’ll be meeting with soon enough. That’s coming … Continue reading →
Not as in spring when flowers, pulled upward, fill the yard, cherries spilling without thrift In an October morning, the hillside having spooned with a cold night or two, begins to shed her green cloaking, slowly stored sunlight bursting out … Continue reading →
Rear-view The way ahead is before me and the road behind is in front of me too a small slice of my forward view. By glancing up I see the retreating way, a preview of the path home The way … Continue reading →
As the 2016 Postcard Poetry Fest starts to wind up, I decided I needed to reorganize the links to the other years. Maybe it would be better to do them as a gallery. That will only take a few minutes, … Continue reading →
When I got home tonight, there was still the August Postcard Poetry Fest poem to get done. Earlier today I’d responded to a post on Facebook and thought and then forgot about the line which I thought, at the time, … Continue reading →
Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance.
