Shall I write about trees again?
Another round of people loved and lost?
Should there be a line about that time we
kissed and wept and hated and wept… Continue reading →
wrinkled with sleep I am waiting,
listening to the crescendo —
water coming to a quick boil… Continue reading →
…a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer… Continue reading →
Oh Oatmeal, oh bowl of oatmeal,
you cook up while the coffee brews
two scoops of flattened grain slide in
to just one cup boiling water Continue reading →
Here’s April again so here comes NaPoWriMo. Not sure if I’ll be able to stay with longer form all month but let’s start with a sonnet.The NaPoWriMo site prompts to try a Tanka but this is a stretch for me … Continue reading →
If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles.
