Well, for one, it is about release from claustrophobia and stifled words. my poems, my words, my short-stories, my articles, essays and travelogues. Monday, April 21, 2008. 8220;You call yourself an artist? Quit walking in the dark. What are you doing, leading others into a pit? Give me an answer! .

Writing poems, making books, changing diapers, and living thankful. Friday, December 19, 2014. The one thing about judging poetry is that it often takes me much longer than I expect. For everyone who has waited so patiently for me to get these results together, thank you for that patience.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014. In a house he was demolishing. The glass case jammed beneath a beam. I was probably seven or eight. I think there was a badger. I wonder where they are now. Thursday, September 04, 2014. That pass in a nod. Whizz by in the blink of an eye.

Mind bereft of inspiration,. New leaves of the plum tree,. Branches bouncing in the sun with. He turns to touch her hand,. The one resting on the keyboard. Abundantly, softly, wildly.

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A Tree by the Stream Poetry by Elizabeth Evans. A Tree by the Stream. For my 2015 contribution to National Poetry Month, I joined PoMoSco, a huge found poetry project organized by the Found Poetry Review.

This blog is dedicated to sillyness my favourite emotion. Friday, November 10, 2006. I painted my star red. I painted my star cream. I painted my star yellow. Then gave my brush a clean. I painted my star black. I painted my star blue. I painted my star purple. And covered it with glue. I painted my star pink. I painted my star green. That she has ever seen. Friday, September 08, 2006. Jack and Jill got plumbing.