I have been a lover of words from the moment I heard my mother sing to me. Words were magic and for years I tried to teach that magic to children. But can you really teach magic?Â
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April Poems #3: Make Your Presence Known
The rain says, "It's okay to go no where. You can stop being busy. You can read, write a poem, lay in bed with your head under the pillows. It is perfectly fine to rest. In fact, I demand that you rest!" And so I listen to the rain.
April Poetry #2 – Vernality
I am a word lover. I am intrigued by meaning and morphology. I love to ponder where words have been and what I can possibly sculpt them into. Can I take an old word and use it in a new way?
April Poetry #1: April Remembers
This month, I am going to try my hand at writing poetry every day. April is my birth month so it's perfect that it is also National Poetry Month. For as long as I can remember, I have been writing poetry.
Growth Power
The funny thing, like plants, children don’t always grow in a straight line reaching directly up to sun, luscious and fragrant. Sometimes growth takes a hard, circuitous route and more time than expected.Â
The Silly and the Sublime
The sky was decorated with amazing clouds. I gasped  and thought, “This is what sublime is. Sublime is the surf and sky dotted with this dramatic cloud cover in shades that run from bright white to cream to pale blue to pink to lavender.Â
Doors and Windows
When my husband and I take photo trips, whether near or far, I am often attracted to doors and windows. I like exploring small quaint towns that have been revived by artisans and documenting what I see.
Much Loved: Stuffed Animals & Their People
Mark Nixon's Much Loved is in the inspiration for this post, which features my most treasured stuffed animals.
Consider the Pomegranate
Then my mom introduced me to the pomegranate, which we called a Chinese apple back then. Pomegranates were actually native to Iran and Northern India. They were so exotic to me.Â
March Snow
I was hoping to escape spring snow this year. This year, I desperately need spring to come early. I am through with gray, cold, and drudge.Â
Word Dancer: Literature, the Arts, & Education 