Quarters rub shoulders. Plastic ice cream bucket swings in homeless man’s hand. –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved

each darkling drop– even distant curling current– fuels ocean’s tides? –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved There is so much poetry deliciousness going on right now, and I’m missing most of it. That makes me partly sad, but it also gives me such a feeling of abundance, that there’s all this great poetry available–so much […]

black ink jumps off page somersaults, bounces, leaps high– royalty statement! –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved I just got my April royalty statement, and attached was the first royalty check I’ve ever gotten. It’s not a big check, mind you. A week of working at Target would pay more. But it means some people […]

fence-top weathervanes flash metallic sunbeams– line dance to breeze-beat –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Randy and I went up to the North Shore (of Lake Superior) this weekend, and it was wonderful! A lot of people sell arts, crafts, homemade sausages/jerkies, etc. One house’s post-and-rail fence was topped with a whole row of weathervanes […]

sun climbs all morning perches at sky-top: burns, sweats– declines rest of day –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Happy Poetry Friday! Two pieces of news: 1) I’m on Your Daily Poem today! Do you know YourDailyPoem.com? I love it, and I was so thrilled when they took my poem “Unwrapped.”? 2) Mentors for Rent […]