It boils down to this
inspired again by the spring breeze
enjoying the simple pleasures of life
There’s a high price for pushing to be right instead of unified
I’m taking a readcation. Seems like a good time for a little spine poetry fun.
It’s a hard time to be creative. Isn’t it?
Just Enough is all we need
limping along after a long winter leaves me grasping for hope
Creatives inspire creatives. Listened to Torrey Maldonado talk about interiority must be loud. Got me thinking about my verse novels and got me thinking about Truth.
It’s so hard to call myself an author or poet, yet I can’t help playing with words. Maybe that’s why I’m so moody!