writing – Poetic Meanderings

Nostalgia I

The sound of my pen tracing script upon the paper, ink brushed by a metal nib, a lost art form of letter writing, emoji-less. —C.L. Fisher, April 2023 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

Puddle

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” — Robert Frost A poem hovers somewhere above me, just out of reach, I know there is something I need to free, some image to get out, but just now I am preoccupied with a pain in myContinue reading “Puddle”