Geese in a vee overhead is one of my favorite fall sights/sounds. But last week, a single goose flew overhead, honking mournfully. I know it’s just anthropomorphism, but it really sounded lost and sad to me. Save Save Save Save Save Save Save
Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here. One of the visitors to the Minnesota Children’s Book Festival recently was this great horned owl. This image makes me think of several
Yesterday, walking into my critique group meeting, I read a newspaper article about a young paramedic who was killed in a local road crash. She had the same last name as a librarian casual friend, so I did a Google search, hoping to discover the paramedic was not my friend’s
Here’s a #poemsketch from last week, inspired by a small turtle I saw while on a walk with my daughter. That combined with world news of devastation (both natural and manmade) to make this poem. I like doing the dripping lines and writing on them. Saw that in a book
Something about power towers always fascinates me, and rows of them automagically turn into double-Dutch jumpers. So I took a classic jump rope rhyme as the basis for today’s #poemsketch. Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save
Happy Poetry Friday! Welcome, everyone! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) This month, our Poetry Princess challenge was to write a hymn using a hymn meter around the theme of fall. This was Tanita’s choice. She’s the beautiful singer in our group! I will let her explain hymns. I’ll
Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here. While I was at the Anderson Center at Tower View for the Minnesota Children’s Book Festival a couple weeks ago, I found myself
Irma inspired all sorts of light-related poemsketches. I think this is the final one. Save Save Save Save Save
Playing Qwixx and other games by candlelight after Irma knocked out the power is a favorite hurricane memory. Just being in the storm with family instead of in our own place made it more adventure–less drudge/danger. Not literally, but in the way it felt. Save Save Save Save Save
Once at my sister’s house in Orlando, I found electric lights extra fascinating because we were 99% certain we would lose power during Irma. Here’s a #poemsketch. Save Save Save Save Save
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