Once you see ugly power lines as a perch for your poetry, you can’t unsee it!

Here’s the haiku that will guide me through 2025 and what it means to me so far.

Ax throwing made the list and that was a big surprise!

Here’s the process I follow in the beginning of the New Year. It’s definitely NOT a resolution kind of thing!

Here’s the haiku verision of our Christmas card. Merry. Merry.

And now I’m a serial reader with no hope of rehabilitation.

This piece about a favorite screened porch and fireflies was inspired by a fun writing invitation.

What if our childhood homes could speak? What are the stories they would tell?

Do you have a place you love beyond all others? Here's a way to write about it.