Spent the weekend at an Aurora Chorus retreat on the Oregon coast. Something magical happened in the company of these 120 wonderful women.
I submitted a few Fibonacci poems to the Fib Review, and two were accepted.
A year ago when I first tried the Poem-a-Day challenge, my life overflowed with big things-love, heartbreak, chronic pain, undiagnosed illness.
My iPhone starting strumming harp strings before nine this morning. The ringtone for my girlfriend, Krystee.
"Random House called," she exclaimed, voice all a tremble.
I haven't felt like writing poetry in a long-time. I don't know if I got burned out writing a poem a day last April, or because my muse took off looking for her lost dog.
Why buy a beer?
