Thanks to Elizabeth Gordon for a second thought on my day yesterday which got me thinking and got this first draft down today. Today at work there were many visitors from different stores and offices loaned working side by side … Continue reading →
I have to say I’ve been one for sitting down in the evening and dashing off a poem or two, whether for postcards or not. The past week or so I’ve been trying something new, to think of a possible … Continue reading →
I greet you at the beginning that you have made •
authentically in your art, again and again. — Wendell Berry, To Hayden Carruth Continue reading →
Frothy, popcorn on oceans •
which breaks as diamonds •
chasing spark on spark Continue reading →
A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the … Continue reading →
That which offends the ear will not easily gain admission to the mind.
