Poetics: through the lens
Last night, I stood at the lodge below the ski slope—hand on the rail, wood grain in the finger whorls …
Last night, I stood at the lodge below the ski slope—hand on the rail, wood grain in the finger whorls …
There is a monster at the end of this. Perhaps it is a nice monster. One that is cute & …
Hello everyone. I’m most honored to be your guest hostess for today and appreciate the invitation to present to you …
For me, an intriguing poetic devise is irony: saying one thing and meaning another. Think of how often we encounter …
Have you ever wondered how it would be to share a croissant and a café au lait in a small sidestreet …