If you’re looking for a hero find him in the afternoon lazing under a river willow line dangling in the water offering a worm with no hook. If you’re reaching for a destiny stretch no farther than your fingers clutching the worn yellow pencil snipping the scissors along paper pasting the colored picture on
Today started out cloudy and cold, then the sun beamed out for a while, followed by a brief snowfall, then sun again. And later this week, temperatures may rise into the 60s. Spring’s on the way! As the new season draws near, here’s a poem celebrating very small but significant lives. For the Smaller
I’ve been writing almost nothing but haiku for more than six months now. I really like the form. Can’t explain exactly why, but do I need to? Here are a few more. Enjoy! winter marsh the memory of blackbirds too hot, too cold too damp, too dry the seasons humanized alligator swamp
A haiku master said that a poet must write 3,000 haiku to create one excellent. I haven’t reached the 3,000 mark yet, but I hope I’ve written a few good ones. Here are four I’d like to share. huge bumblebee chasing you you think dragons of my youth now silent metaphors
