Three collaborative poems about Daylight Savings.
I get the nostalgic willies when I see a corpse of a barn when I drive through the country. These noble old wreckages deserve a poem. Photo credit ID 91213 © Jschaap26 | Dreamstime.com.
Last night we launched the 2020 edition of The Polk Street Review.
Sending February off with a not-so-fond farewell.
On Winter Solstice, I challenged my social media friends to contribute winter words to a collaborative poem. Here are the results.
There’s still time for YOU to submit original images (all mediums), writings (prose & poetry), family-favorite recipes, and song lyrics to the 2020 edition of The Polk Street Review!
Today’s poem is another palindrome. Read it forward or backward. A poem to celebrate the last few lawn-cuttings of the year.
Writing a poem that reads the same forward and backward is a satisfying challenge.
Summer of 2019 has been hectic! I am delighted my brilliant husband had a successful summer with his Page & Stage theatre-for-literacy camp. We had a couple dozen energetic campers, great adult helpers, and a fun summer. One five-year-old went from not knowing all her letters to reading short sentences. Between that and some family …
When I was in early elementary school, I really did worry about my older self forgetting me. Now and then I still take an inventory of myself and try to preserve everything I am in a slice of time.