There is something lovely about sitting in the grainy light of dusk and scribbling poetry in one's notebook, then sipping some fizzy fruit juice and tracing the gorgeous pictures in one's 1945 copy of John James Audubon's Birds of America. That was Wednesday evening. I sat and stared at empty pages, wrenching my brain to… Continue reading Found Poetry
Good morning! It's a beautiful Friday and we are back with our next installment of Evelyn-finds-something-neat-about-poetry-and-comes-to-share-it on The Rain-Drenched Writer! Or, as my dad would say, "Have you heard Evelyn's new poem? She didn't write a single word!" Well, I am sure we are all glad to be here. If you are new to these… Continue reading Of Books and Binders and Book Binder Poetry
Sometimes inspiration rises from the everyday happenings that feel so forlorn and bland. Everyone has a unique experience and while they might overlook common formalities: another dinner, another drive, another drag of school. They can all be captured. The art of the poet is to see the beauty in the commonplace; to encompass and package… Continue reading Ode To The Family’s 2003 Chrysler Town & Country Minivan
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