her boat traversed the channel and aligned with the sand her plan was to inject her confession treat them to a torrid tale she stepped ashore, checked her sect dress and walked to the sanctuary _______________________________________________ Writing again this rainy … Continue reading
she thought she heard his old truck drive over the hill and park certain now because her shy, devil cat growled, slow and low she turned the light switch on and off snatched her cloth bundle of bread, strips of … Continue reading
Writing with the Sunday Whirl this morning. The words are bare, birds, crescendo, rattle, shatter, teeth, honey, blue, gravity, edges, blood, electrify. I used them all. I hope I’ve not forgotten how to post in WordPress. It has been a … Continue reading
she said if short is good enough for Rumi it’s good enough for me
I want a song to steal my heart away a song for morning to help me greet the day at noon, a melody for dancing blues away a chant for evening to lull and tuck away the entire scale is … Continue reading
I’m excited to introduce you to friend, artist, and fellow poet, Phil Smith. Phil is active in the Atlanta poetry community especially with the reading group Private Poetry Unveiled. I met Phil at the group’s very first unveiling. Phil studied art at the Maryland … Continue reading
