Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo was to write a Bop: “The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) … Continue reading →
Based on a real-life encounter. To R. who’ll not read this because we only met once During a pause you asked, how do you handle fear? and that stopped me in mid-breath. I mean, fear’s the big one, right? I … Continue reading →
This was a stretch and I know, before the editing is done, there will be even more alternate ending couplets than I have already…. Clean out the closet, the drawer-fuls of things making room, space, to welcome in the new … Continue reading →
I did spend part of the day painting. Another part listening to American Gods. Part of it looking at the William Carlos Williams book of poems. Another part bothering the cats. I cleaned debris from the front seat of the … Continue reading →
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, ‘He feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’ — Vincent van Gogh Continue reading →
Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.
