I tire not of seeing the waves and seas of stars • above the hills and in my own garden of stars. Continue reading →
I brush the clouds away • See their tails fading • against the blue? Continue reading →
and I opened the door • to let that most wonderful • first warm air of spring inside. Continue reading →
Sometimes the prompts help, sometimes there’s a ready idea, all set to go, sometimes it’s like “it’s 11:30pm, where’s my haiku?” Continue reading →
Today NaPoWriMo suggested we lift (all right, steal) a line from a poem and use it to start one of our own: But let’s stick to plain old stealing today by writing poems with their first lines lifted from other … Continue reading →
Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out.
