Being A Poem

I’ve been writing, writing, writing lately. Poetry and prose. Short forms and long forms. Individual pieces to send to journals and collections of pieces intended for books. You can imagine my glee when I saw that VerseWrights published a poem from Moon Full of Moons  with the following headline: Being A Poem is the first … More Being A Poem

Alive

This is where I am. Soft breeze brushing bare skin, a steady pull holding me to this spinning roundness, chirps and rustles, steam rising from my bowl, warmth of noodles, a distant, airless fire obscuring the infinite with blue-ceiling sky, and animals of clouds drifting on the riverwind. In this warm brightness of a day … More Alive