I wish I had more time so I could be a better version of myself A fleeting thought in my head And I want to slap myself Why do we automatically think more time is the answer Or more anything When really all I’d like to do Is do one thing well
Last night, after a day of exploring around the Sonoma Coast, I lounged on my sofa, right in the corner, in what is becoming my favorite nook of our new house. Here, the dark comes with crickets — their chirps charge the night, as if the sound generates our power, the light in the bulbsContinue reading “Last night”
Poetweet generates poems (sonnets, rondels, and indrisos) from your tweets. It might take several tries to create one that makes nonsensical sense, if that makes any sense. They are silly, but sometimes you’ll read a line, or a combination of lines, that works in some strange way. Credit card See them — William Carlos Williams For aContinue reading “Poetweet”
When I create, I like restrictions. Magnetic poetry flows because I choose the words. Here, I am blank, pulling from within. * I am not empty; I shape from what’s left. I like facts that push against me. A story I mold with the clay in my hands.