“I don’t know what others will think who read this…”
The assignment for the writer is to write whatever words arise from that lead-in, and I’m always amazed at what “unrolls” as a result.
Doxology by Cynthia Cummins This is what life does. Makes you happy when you cry, makes pain into joy […]
When news and commentary just aren’t enough and you’re tired of sticking your head in the sand, try reading poetry […]
“What did I love about killing the chickens? Let me start…” ~ Ellen Bass
Haiku can be fast
Just think and then blurt it out
Ain’t it amazing?
“Make Shit Up. It’s Fiction.”
“Why do I feel sorrow for this creature?”
Autumn poem by Barbara Crooker: “Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.”
Fluttering syllables. Over the curve of the earth. Why not add your words to the song? Come to Tassajara in August!