***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…
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
We met in a whirlwind throwing caution aside. First time your lips found mine, the planets aligned. The feeling we named love, our friends called it volatile. Like an old romantic movie, we ran to Vegas for our vows. Impulsive but it felt right. Now I’m stuck in the middle of a cyclone, traveling alone. … Continue reading Reno Solo