Personal poems recount lived experience so it is re-felt, but with resolution, rising above the tragic. ‘Writing Personal Poetry,’ Sheila Bender, p4 Sometimes, eyes can play tricks. What seems solid and tangible is only a shadow,…
The orchids outside my front door The bracelet that attracted me yesterday: simple, cool and calm. These books that arrived recently that I can’t wait to get more time to dive into. Race out and buy…
My younger brother died tragically five years ago this coming November. His death changed the face of my world, and that of many others, forever. Not. a. day. goes. by. It’s especially when the sun is…
I’ve always loved poetry, read poetry and written poetry, on and off and over many years. It is the great life-blood of transcendence: celebrating the small moments; recording how you or others uniquely see and link…
It’s been a long time since I wrote here. I reached a 12 month milestone, celebrated it and then not long after, for some reason I cannot fathom, stopped cold dead, suddenly and completely silent. What…