Some things to say, but don’t know how to say them yet. My constant thanks to those who offer the encouragement to continue, the bright thoughts, the friendships that end up woven through the words we write.
Poetics strike again, and so I let them in, and out again. Sometimes in other moods I return to read them, surprise myself and wonder what I meant…
The writer as a reader; lost control regained.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
“The writer as a reader; lost control regained”
I loved that … so simple, and complex … poetry in motion, and depth of vision