Sometimes It Can Only Be Poetry
On the days when I find it just too much to bear, I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and ask for a poem.
On the days when I find it just too much to bear, I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and ask for a poem.
… what is ours?
In the end, I would really like to be counted among the Joyful Ones … all of us together.
In time for Father’s Day, Summer Solstice, and PRIDE, I’m offering a little bite of this & a little bite of that.
A special edition offering first & foremost …
Join a Banned Book Club and resist the erosion of our literary freedoms.
…when under the guise of remembering our fallen heroes ….
Finally … the place I knew would be home from then on … and so it has been.
… or maybe not.
I remind myself of the good that is happening everywhere, thanks to the everyday people who have chosen to neither stand back nor stand by.
… we and the world are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday. And even though we’ll never be young again, we also know we’re still right here.
I don’t know about you, but I desperately needed a break.