Poetry, Rain, Literature
If you could only see the mess I’ve made of my bookshelves in frantic search of a certain poem today. Sure, I could have Googled it. But …
If you could only see the mess I’ve made of my bookshelves in frantic search of a certain poem today. Sure, I could have Googled it. But …
Oh, we do love our quilts. A chapel in my mind and the ceiling falls in chunks around me and I am still, noticing. Blah. And then I am hit …
Oh how I love my Cairn Terriers– their eyes and their noses and their hairy ears. But when they lay under this desk and fart out their best, I …
Category Archive: Random Poetry