Journeyed to Africa, Now I Hold It To My Chest
I drank from Gonsalves' Home Verses and now I'm replete with self-pride. Here's the book review of "Even Flowers Know That Water is Useless Without Roots"
I drank from Gonsalves' Home Verses and now I'm replete with self-pride. Here's the book review of "Even Flowers Know That Water is Useless Without Roots"
Anchor in lessons learned, Pivot and wait for clarity— like a lighthouse that knows its role and its connection to greater things.
Do you have something you need to get off your chest? How about asking Alice to help you sort out your thoughts and help plant you back on solid ground? Hope this helps.
Just in case you missed these interviews the first time they aired, here's a rerun. Just in case you're in need of some inspiration and encouragement, I hope these offer that. Thanks for your continued support.
I've been busy reading and inhaling Africa like never before and now I want to tell you about it. And if I know you're going where I want to go (as mentioned in the blog) I will be your companion. Please read to the end. xoxo
It's too hot, too hot, too hot baby--turn on the radio!
I managed to obtain an exclusive interview with the bestselling queen of good books and wish to share my findings with you. My friends, today you will learn a little about what excites our Queen through these four questions I posed to her... Enjoy.
I'm in complete awe of this remarkable woman, but the section in the Bio that brought me a smile is a vain one: Szymborska lived most of her life in Krakow—my new collection includes a poem that references Krakow. This coincidence lights me up and makes me feel connected to greatness. What are your thoughts on this?
May good tidings keep your rudder sane may the winds propel your sails. May you continue to move forward, always: you only fail if you give up the sail.
“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.” -- Reverently! This one is from 1816. Wow! Also reused the same image to write for this week's prompt. Again, reverently. Thank you.
A short, humorous poem with a nesting place in the lovely Masticadores USA. Thank you so much for giving it such lovely nesting place. #masticadoresusa #poetry
"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." ~ Thornton Wilder