Linking and shifting between poetry and music
A remarkable number of well-worn wallsonce paintedwith loveand love. Early in my social media times I began adding a link to a piece of music to each of my poems.…
Beads
Boys in a camp, running on dusty ground, with a ball made of 25 plastic bags. The news. The girl switches the channel to Chopin’s Berceuse. They have been sending…
Writing—because.
So much has happened. In the world. Next door. In my family. Writing has always been a conversation with the world on the outside and within, to make sense of…
Compass Needlework
It has been a long while since I’ve shared anything on my blog. Maybe it is more understandable with the following haibun. I’m focusing on balancing. Seeing, accepting, learning, standing…
Get your copy of Don’t Write About The Moon :)
So, my book is now available! You can find all the information about it here on my website :). I received two fantastic submissions in response to my call on…
Oops. I Did It! A Book-long Tanka Sequence.
It started with a joke in a direct message… Why not write a book-length tanka sequence? Why not write a book-length tanka novel? Exactly, why not? There isn’t really any…
Of Course, The Tissues In the Backpack Are Always Deep Down At the Bottom, Below Anything Else
To the unyielding man who has no words,not for closeness, not for a journeyto the rugged rocky coast:the hydrangea in two colours. What is it that separates us,and what keeps…
Oración de Nuestra Señora de las Mercedes
I I slowly emptymy mug of mint tea,disillusioned,following the waves of the cedar—a violent rain can’t promise the sound that water makeson varying surfacesof distinct objects—I too am herea variable…
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