Adding some new rainy day poems to the pile...
Quietly writing the summer away.
Playing with free verse is freeing, like painting with water color.
Trying to capture summer this summer.
It's a start.
Saying goodbye to those we love is the hardest part of living.
Poems from an island
"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees, and the flowers and the trees, and the moon up above..."
My response to Sylvia Plath's poem The Night Dances.
Love is in the air for April 2018 Poetry month.
April is poetry month. I joined in a challenge to write one a day. Turned out I wrote too many. How did this happen? It's a parade.
I love poetry. I love reading poetry. I love writing poetry (although I'm really not very good at it). Recently I've written some new poems that I'm excited to share. Hope you enjoy!
The Hermit Thrush has the sweetest song that I have ever heard. Poem from a 2011 note book.
My response to Genna's poetry challenge, originally published in the comments section of her Hub 'Of the Shadow and the Gray (A Poetry Challenge)'
A poem brooding on looming November blues...
A Father's Day Story
Images of Christmas Past:
Cleaning day chaos.
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability." Susan Sontag
A collection of photos and videos from a trek I made to Ronning's garden on the old wagon road to Cape Scott.
Gardening ideas for January.
From the archives, one of my first attempts at short story fiction.
A prize winning photo gallery of boys in exuberant flight jumping and diving off a cliff.
This is a short story about an old woman and her care-giver.