The course of a quiet afternoon in the life of a solitary poet in search of the perfect poem (a poem)

Self-explanatory… I’m going to sit here out on the deck for a while feeling the sunlight on my face and listening to the waters of the creek rush past Bells will mark the hour a few minutes early in all their pre-recorded splendor at which time I will look at the clock to complete the [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day #5 (April 5, 2013)

I partly ignored today's writing prompt. A cinquain doesn't sound like much of a stretch for me, since I often write in stanzas of five lines—but I really don't want to get so technical with my writing. It's enough for me that I sometimes am able to establish a particular rhythm within a piece… This morning I rose [...]