All I have is a voice
All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual…
All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual…
I am thinking of my dear Aunt C a great deal today. I wrote two poems about the pomegranates that grow at her house, and I’m sharing them while I ruminate on the beauty, and darkness, that we find in October, that most brilliant of months.
What do John Keats and Led Zeppelin have in common? More than you think, if you’re me.
So, my last post really did make it sound like I wasn’t doing NaNoWriMo, mostly likely. And apparently that’s the…
Life has been spinning by at a trajectory altogether too fast for me these days, but that’s what happens when…
I’ve been waiting to talk about this until it was official but, hey, look: official! And awesome. I had the…
I don’t know what I was expecting in regards to Bright Star, though I suppose I thought it might irk…
To keep my brain nimble and, um, creative, I’ve decided to start a Thursday poetry tradition here. I can’t promise…