words – Poetic Meanderings

What We Say

“A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.” – Anonymous Words shape our moments as we move from one conversation to the next, inspiring or deflating, so why do we waste them or use them as weapons? Speak peace that clings like a pleasant fragrance, inviting all within hearing toContinue reading “What We Say”

Poetry

It begins with a few words, a blinking cursor or the initial drops of ink settling on a cool, new page, a willingness to share — to bleed or scream, to sob or sing, to bite or sting, to be raw or wrap it in form, the trappings of a sonnet or villanelle, a Haiku,Continue reading “Poetry”