Happy May Day! I took myself on a little vacation from writing today, after writing a poem each day for all of April. It was warm and mostly sunny and I had reserved a spot in a rare books something … Continue reading →
It’s good to jot down words: a line of conversation, two words or three that appear on the windshield during the drive to work good to capture them in the dailyness of life snatching them from wherever words and ideas … Continue reading →
I can tell I’ve been listening to the lays of Bilbo. Here, small works, the labor of the world, are known, that day by day we hurry through both chores and song and lightly running pass down one path then … Continue reading →
Jumped? No. Not at all. Falling? Not exactly. Allowed myself to fall? Gave myself willingly to the spring surge, the tidal pull? More than likely. Look the wrong way and it plows down and sweeps you away unexpected. Not necessarily … Continue reading →
Those sitting with hills brushing their hair with wind having a cloud ceiling. These are the folk, trusted and thought to be brave facing the dangers they find and ignoring the phantoms. The birds bring them news and the seasons, … Continue reading →
A wise man who stands firm is a statesman, a foolish man who stands firm is a catastrophe.
