Poetics– Bathroom poetry
It happens about every second week… I enter the bathroom (in my pajama), slide back the glass door to the …
It happens about every second week… I enter the bathroom (in my pajama), slide back the glass door to the …
Greetings, my poet friends. This is Victoria, joining you from Reno, Nevada, for a little trip into a sensory experience. …
This weekend my family had the privilege of hosting Steve E and his wife. You may know Steve, he posts …
I don’t plan this on purpose, but it seems like the last couple of people have been highlighted close to …
Last night, I stood at the lodge below the ski slope—hand on the rail, wood grain in the finger whorls …