I am not an insomniac ( Read more... )

distant rumble of a train on the tracks ( Read more... )

You know how they say when you're stuck in your writing to just write anything, just keep your pen moving, even if it's nothing other than, "gah, why can't I think of anything?" over and over? Had a moment like that today, and it spawned poetry, of all things! Once again a pantoum, which is probably my favorite form.

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Writer's BlockWhat to ( Read more... )

First rain of the season last night ( Read more... )

Alphabet Poem: MovingAnother week down, still need to pack ( Read more... )

My boysGraeham - first kiss, no thought ( Read more... )

Little BrotherMy little brother, caught in boredom there ( Read more... )

Ex CathedraThis cathedral was not made by men ( Read more... )

PantoumMy tea grows cold ( Read more... )

Repetition: The CycleLittle one born ( Read more... )