Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Being left-handed, I worked hard at writing well. A memory: First grade, a substitute teacher for the day. A regular elementary school in Houston, Texas. But that day I learned I was a spawn of the devil because I wrote with my left hand.… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Writing”
Oh Lord, my soul does weep for sweet relief from yesterday’s bitter sorrow for I know that on the wind more will come with dawn’s cold tomorrow.
Every morning, I write with nature surrounding me. The view from my window allows me to observe the arrival of my feathered guests. A red-headed woodpecker comes to peck, peck, peck on the mesquite. From pigeons to mourning doves to peach faced love birds,… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Sharp Shinned Hawk”
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