I want to be a poet, so I say "I am a poet." I want to be a writer, so I say "I am a writer." I have these tales in my head I write them down. I have these poems I place in this dumping ground. They're rough draft versions that need much work. … Continue reading The Poet & Writer
You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer's conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity. Check out her blog. Oh, and … Continue reading Let’s Share: Lisa St. John
I made a new friend at a conference I attended over the weekend. Please stop by her and visit her blog. She was absolutely delightful and kind. She definitely had an infectious smile. Happy Monday! https://mbcoudal.com/about/
In passing- you walked on by without a word, moved away so stealthily- swiftly moved and out of sight; careening on your route. I moved on by, afraid to speak- for fear you’d laugh at me; I thought I might break my flight; and ask you words out loud, Alas, I choked- I turned away. … Continue reading In Passing
Melancholy rises in your purposeful flesh. Giving way to dread, All the sorrows of your worth, I see- Melancholy lives inside.
I walk on through the halls, Of - these places once unknown to me. I reminisce about those who- once upon a time I met in the classroom corridors. I stop and view the scenery Of learning right in front of me. I think about the memories- that have shaped me. I view the waves … Continue reading I Walk On Through