Ready to Make Friends with Poetry? ⟶
I met a friend recently for lunch at a park near my home, desperate for her company and encouragement. Nerves were frayed, emotions out of whack, reserve tanks anything but reserved. I apologized in advance for my undone condition. As I attempted to articulate my very frail feelings, blaming my 4 am wake-up call after…
The soft and subtle glow of the sun sits right side of my shoulder. Bumper by bumper, we move at a close and constant pace while I relish the music washing over me. Grateful to not be harried and hurrying homeward, I sing along with the music and turn up the volume conducting the…
“That’s what we storytellers do Mrs. Travers. We restore order through imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.” …
A shell of protection, this choice I’ve made To hide away indefinitely until This fragile, silken wall peels Away revealing new life. The barrier is temporary and…