musings on poetry and elbows

I have a friend who I sometimes ask to preview my poetry for her opinion. Read the rest of this entry »

poetry contest — poem haiku

So I entered a poetry contest over at poet’s billow. Read the rest of this entry »

rebirth through tears

A lovely post from Esengs’s voice inspired this haiku Read the rest of this entry »

mosquito – poem

In which it is discovered a broken hand one day out of the splint is not quite healed. Read the rest of this entry »

matcha and memories

I wrote a poem, originally posted at my fiction blog as a writing prompt for Madison Woods. Read the rest of this entry »

soul — art

My youngest, this week off to PAFA, a fine arts school in Philadelphia gifted me with this. I already have a story in mind about it for my fiction blog…. but for now, I am just going to savor it. Read the rest of this entry »

love of letters

I had a friend in those long ago rugby days who was strong and noble yet quiet and shy. He was a great athlete and loved and respected by all. But in all the days we played I don’t recall him having a girl.

He joined the Navy, an officer, and shipped off to the sea and traveled the world. Before cell phones, and skype – using pen and paper was how we heard from him.

The sister of a friend began to write him, and they corresponded by mail, letters that went from ship to base to the states to home. As they wrote over those years, he opened up to her in a way that he had never done before. Through the long slow correspondence, she came know to the fine honorable man he was. Over time, in the gentlest of ways, they fell in love. When his tour was over, they were married.

This is the most romantic true story I have ever known, and how I envy him his words. For quiet and shy, what a poet he must have been.

May you find your poetry and share it.