***Embarrassingly enough, on my 1st lune I misspelled ‘whip-poor-will’ so this is an edit. I changed my misspelled ‘whipperwill’ to ‘moon to sun.’*** night falls with music, moon to sun morning brings bird songs.
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I’m posting here the Craft Tip I contributed to my craft book, The Crafty Poet II: A Portable Workshop. You might find it helpful as you work on new poems this month. You might also find it useful for working on poems you wrote months, or even years, ago. Enjoy! And…
This isn’t a post trying to argue politics. I am discussing what I find interesting from articles I’ve read and my understanding of Plato’s views of government. I normally write poetry or things of that nature, so I wanted to explore a different style of writing on here.
I shared this poem on Facebook years ago in memory of my close friend’s father dying. I decided to share it here. Enjoy.
Art by Vincent Giarrano She turns up the volume to avoid voices in her head. Memories of small-town life, rocking on her daddy’s knee, are enough to tear her apart. Strumming her guitar, singing that comes from deep within. It’s the only time she feels human, forgiven, and content. This was written … Continue reading Singing Soul