A few years ago, I started going to a local poetry workshop. I was introduced to the workshop by a new friend who was himself an emerging poet. The group was small and friendly, and the meetings were structured around… Read More ›
Writer
Struck
When your sister drops your hand and reaches for the other the one who threw spitballs and ate your lunch When she says you may be exaggerating be kind, be fair And you know that “doing the right thing” will… Read More ›
Sun
What is the illusion banished by dawn? What is the night, what ethereal darkness, what fears, unsung jackdaws mocking eternal worry a private joke, khee khee khee, shrieking! And moon can only bathe and salve the bleed out, the daily… Read More ›