On July 21st, the full moon night was cloudy. So the following evening found me sittingat the beach reading and waiting to see the moon rise. I read as much…
Editorial Reviews "A profound documentary work with the power to connect us with ourselves andeach other." - H. Hennenburg, author of TEN"Her poetry celebrates and consecrates the ordinary in innovative ways, with thepossibility…
WDYS # 246 Sadje says: Does this picture inspire you to write something? For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a white wolf standing in a foggyforest, with white…
Christmas is NOT about Santa and presents. It’s something far more important thanthat, and I hope that’s the feeling you take away from this story, and the longish poemtoo. Happy…
Landslides. Flooding. Lives have been lost. I happen to feel depressed about the havoc the rains have caused us here in Japan. The symbolism is strong. And I pray: More miracles, please.
It gives me great pleasure to share my review of Joni Karen Caggiano's poetrybook, One Petal At A Time with you, dear readers, and even more pleasure tohave it published…
Eyes are for looking Eyes are for looking And seeing sun Tongues are for greeting And saying fun Legs are for walking slowly And also run Hands are for shaking…
Hello, lovely people. Happy Friday to all. Here's the teaser for my new poem: They’ve been whispering at the officeassuminghypothecatingpiercing him with suspicious staresThat Lipstick markis an eyesoreon the shirt…
Kousa Dogwood your rough bark animates myyard at all timesthe symbol of you fires meas days drag on your cover of branches shadesmy patio your crowned hair awakens meto the new springred…
Dad jokes amuse me. The last one I heard from my neighbor is that he was on a seafood diet. It made me give a double take, befuddled—for an answer…
Depleted by The Hustle Culture Pedestals are all the crazein vogue for Barbies in transienceif mermaids can make it this farthey'll make of her a superstar--a pageant of praise and…
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