Not sure how I forgot to post my bit of watercolor yesterday but here it is. I have a new palette and I’m debating how to set it up, so I’m still messing around to see what colors some new … Continue reading →
There may be one more. Or not. This was started in the wee-small hours. I appreciate all the visitors and all the poems that were shared by the April poets! The Last before May Why, April, are you so fickle? … Continue reading →
Now that we’re safely within the borders of September, I can talk a little about this year’s August Postcard Poetry Festival. It was the twelfth year of the festival… Continue reading →
I got a lot of postcards and enjoyed the cards themselves and the words written on them. Some of the poems were striking, one gave me chills (in a good way) and all made the connection we all hope for: … Continue reading →
There I was, writing a too-long poem for August Poetry Postcard and… a bat appears. Let me just say, I moved pretty darn fast. Locked myself in the bathroom while I tried to figure out what to do, having no … Continue reading →
We never know how high we are/Till we are called to rise/And then, if we are true to plan,/Our statures touch the skies.
