If a poem isn’t coming along very well during my daily writing practice, I look to my writing mentors. I have dozens of poets I read every week–living and no longer living– and I consult with them. Sometimes I will imitate the form of a poem. Sometimes I will take a line and go on… Read More
Walking the River Trail at Dusk Under a gray-blue sky, the gray-white webs in the gray-green pines, like the gray-brown leaves underneath my feet, POP with color I rarely see.
I’ve been writing a poem a day since December 1st, though I’ve only posted a few. Most are still in progress. They begin as observations and grow into poem-fragments, and eventually become poems. Here is an observation-fragment from a recent walk. Painted with yolk-yellow sunshine, the forsythia blooms drip their excess onto the daffodils… Read More