Fooling with words, I seek out a dream- how to make a life as a poet. Hot coffee, and cold truth, a woman’s notebook encounters the writing circle, on a Thursday in autumn at the bookstore. Later, a walk on the beach, a gift emerges. Naming the winds, I begin writing towards home while I … Continue reading Another Book Spine Poem
Escaping into the open a sudden country... woven on the wind. On winter morning walks, Hunger speaks.