Tag: Poetry


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!

Twelve Tiny Treasures

On this solemn day of the Christian faith, we only sit in sorrow for a moment because we know Sunday’s coming.

Dandelion Seeds

When my heart is heavy with the condition of this world, I must try to be more like dandelion seeds

Such a Brat

It’s not going to let me be. Is it?

New High Score

Last night I listened to Margarita Engle share about how once she started writing novels in verse she never looked back. Maybe that was the permission I needed to brainstorm. Serendipity?

Let’s Sweep

There’s consequences for addressing conflict and avoiding it. Which do you prefer?

These Hands

Another side of aging

Little Muse

Giving credit where credit is due

Careless Poets

A conversation with my writing cohort yesterday helped me appreciate the resistance to verse novels and poetry.

Authentically Me