An Hour A Day

A few weeks ago a small envelope arrived in the mail. The name on the return address was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it; the st...

So February was a not-so-good month.  On the plus side:  I did write a poem every day from a photo-and-text prompt given by brilliant poet/t...

One of my writing goals for this year is to take my lifelong love of poetry and to "get serious about it" and "do something w...

I've been home from Paris for a week now, after my pilgrimage there to rekindle creative joy in my writing. First, of course, I had to d...

Yesterday was my last full day in Paris before flying home this afternoon. So of course it had to begin as all last days of international tr...

When I am "old and grey and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire" (Yeats), I will still remember these past three days in Rignac...

Once I made my plan to slip away from Paris for a couple of days, the rain stopped! The skies were gray but nothing wet was falling out of t...