August 8, 2014 by annablakegodbout I am often asked why I have chosen to write poems instead of novels, short stories and essays in my writer’s life. My answer is not a complicated one: Because I want to. Because it lets me…
August brings forth the winding down of summer days and nights. Soon Nature’s landscape will begin slow quiet changes often without notice. Before the calendar rolls in September, I give you a poem of quiet summer reflection. A moment in time when evening settles…
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…
Escaping into the open a sudden country… woven on the wind. On winter morning walks, Hunger speaks.
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