No birds were hurt in the writing of this blog.
When you sit on my porch you’re really sitting with Rock.
You can never be sure what you’ll find…
We can embrace the beauty of the moment…
If you have not befriended a tree, go out and find one to sit with.
The clan gathers for a summer family reunion. It’s a beautiful beach day, and my grandfather’s second wife is treating us to lunch at the Black Pearl, Newport Rhode Island’s classic seaside dining spot. The Black Pearl puts poetry in the chowder and fries fish to write home about. But our host isContinue reading “Bouillabaisse Stories”
It is a fluid place for shifting between realms, where poems can be written, paintings painted, and universes created.
Do you judge a book by its cover?
‘The best-laid plans of mice and men go oft awry…’
Is writing supposed to be this hard? Is the muse so fickle?