Sun pours down like honey

Happy to have a poem out on Woman Around Town.  This is my third poem with them and I love how they present the pieces with beautiful photos...

Forget everything bad. Remember love. - John Patrick Shanley

I And then comes the blue Yes.

Goodbye Paul Kantner, your music was important to me and others. We are losing so many lately, aren't we?

For the lights staying on, the plow coming through, being strong enough to shovel, Advil, hot cocoa and coffee, polartec, the beauty of wint...

The only one out on the pristine street Except this fella Even his dog coat wasn't much help. I dug trails three different times and the...

So grateful we have power. Light and heat are everything right now. Everyone stay cozy and safe.

You can't laugh and be afraid at the same time. -Stephen Colbert And Tucker agrees.

A lovely quote by T.S. Eliot. The person who designed this lovely poster misspelled his name so I have edited it out (a lesser crime than mi...

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And, lo, the angel of the Lord ...

Deep fog covering everything this morning Prior to seven am, beautiful, mystical morning.

The morning, six thirty or so... Driving my son to early orchestra at 7 The lake so beautiful  And then tonight, while still at work, out th...

Lunch walls, high sky, through winds The sky uncertain, gray or blue The open market is next to the church and cemetery  Two people at work ...

Hey all,  I will be offering a poetry how to mad libs sort of talk for all those people who tell me they long to write poetry but don't ...

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.  - Anais Nin

My mom thought an ideal job would be a travel agent. It was the early seventies, my parents doing a lot of business plus related travel, and...

When I was a teenager it always seemed having a subscription to The New Yorker was such an adult thing to do.   Even if after all these year...

Found a box twenty plus years forgotten deep in the basement. Letters from my parents, postcards and long notes from old friends -some of wh...