This poem is a perspective of winter time in Western Pennsylvania where I have lived my entire life. As I walk my dogs, I am paying attention to every detail, sound, and sight.
I focus on the color, red, in my world and in my memories.
Continue reading →Charles Portolano, my friend and editor of The Avocet publications challenged me to write a poem based on a message I sent him as an e-mail.
His challenge stayed on the front burner of my thoughts for that entire day, and night.
Continue reading →I know you have some photographs that you like a lot. Right?
You can write a poem about a photograph.
It’s fun. In this short article I show you how I wrote a poem by looking at a photo of some food on a plate. The food was a gift to me, made in a friend’s kitchen.
