Spring will come again, people say. Yet I am heartsick. Nothing will happen when spring comes; That child will not come again. Nakahara Chuuya, “Spring Will Come Again” Note: the poem was written after the death of Chuuya’s first son, Fumiya, in November 1936
In honor of the day….
The Ides of March by Lisa E. Pugh with apologies to Dr. Seuss The citizens of Rome liked Julius a lot. But the Senators at the Capitol did not. Those men loathed Julius, right down to his sandals: His power, his ego, his ambitions and scandals. His tongue was too clever, his manner too slick. … Continue reading In honor of the day….
This was inspired by a real experience this weekend and a photo prompt in my writing group. Country Winter Deep Snow, Biting cold, Cutting wind swirling ice shards into the air. Leafless trees, Like silent soldiers standing picket in a white battleground. Frozen skin, bone-marrow icicles, No weather for yoga pants.
Other places to find me
"In Other Words” an Illustrated Anthology by Windmore Foundation Writers is now available on Amazon as an eBook and paperback. Inside you will find two linked poems by me. I hope you will give the anthology a try, there are a lot of good writers inside with poetry, short stories, science fiction and memoirs. "Word … Continue reading Other places to find me
You ever have that weird mental jump when two separate things suddenly become connected in your mind? And then you can't seem separate them again, ever? With me, it's the song "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen and "Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I know: "Where the heck did that come from?" Perhaps it's the effect … Continue reading Connections