Wildflower; pick up your pretty head It will get easier; your dreams are not dead. —Nikki Rowe The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas Lights the first two petals Making them seem to … Read More
This poem pulled me to it immediately. First as I read, it spoke to my heart. I wanted to copy it and keep it with me to read again and again … or simply have. Since then, I have found … Read More
“I want to make a speech, said Vincent. “Don’t flinch. I make lovely speeches, as you know. Here’s my speech. I am entirely happy. I am a prince. I have just gotten married and I am in love. Life is … Read More
I’m back at my mother’s black pot on my table A vase ? An urn? (Must an urn have a lid?) This worn black vessel has no lid It looks sturdy And, to me, sweet at the same time With … Read More