Such is my dedication to the Poetry Friday cause that I am willing to brave spotty internet connectivity to bring you this post from the White Mountains of New Hampshire, which are beautiful, by the way. I so want to come back in the fall to see the leaves change, feel the chill air, and perhaps have a writerly retreat all on my very own. But I ( Read more... )

And no, despite having the same number of syllables and starting sounds (alliteration, remember?), there's nothing asinine about it ( Read more... )