Not Musing

I have written a few poems, a handful, since fall. Mostly I am in the body, or reading. When the muse doesn’t bite like a swarm of deerflies, I’m content. I know I’m in a natural state, brought on by pill brain chemicals that keep me level and not strung to a squeak anxious. I […]

Haiku and How to Read

It’s curious going through a thick pad of haiku in journals and without reading the names, 2 poems called out to me by people I was already fond of. The individuality comes out in so few syllables, and the perspective on the world that clicks is still there, even remotely.¬†Interesting. Poetry matters more when you […]