Tag: Poetry

Poetry is a photograph with words

Photos of the week…or… Due to some technical issues, my photos of the week are tucked away, safely on a device where they will not be disturbed, until my husband returns from his musician’s retreat. I offer you this instead, a day late. How did I become a writer? Because

Sad Haikus

These are from earlier in the week. The memories move back and forth in my heart, sometimes at the front, sometimes at the back, always there. My peace is the belief in the communion of saints. As C.S. Lewis writes about the mother, it is “a comfort to the eternal

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