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April 29, 2019

The last of April, the last of my concentration on poems in my blog posts for the year.

I admit I’ve pushed myself to put focus on poems this month. A poetry retreat, state meeting, and local meeting, poet groups on-line will do that.

Why? I want to make my poetry better...

April 22, 2019

It was the day of suffering—the day of mocking, flogging, betrayal. Day became night.

Jesus. It’s the day He was crucified, the day He freely gave up His life for all mankind.

His story moves me today like it did when I was a girl. Today, I know Jesus was born for the cr...

April 15, 2019

My Saturday involved leaving Conway, Arkansas, and driving I-40 to Little Rock. It was raining. And there was talk on the radio of thunderstorms coming our way. I drove at 65 mph so I wouldn’t get run over, but big trucks were passing me and throwing waves of water in...

April 8, 2019

Let the fun begin! Poetry, poetry, poetry and interacting with others who love words.

Always, I tear up when I hear a poem that touches my heart. No shame in my tears. It’s a way to praise the poet. The woman reading touches my heart with her honest words.

I’m holding al...

April 1, 2019

Keep your eyes open if you are anywhere near northern Arkansas. Buds are sprouting, breaking free from a dark winter.

Trees and buds must be brave. Breaking open—sounds painful, sacrificial, beautiful. And beauty is always fragile. I guess things have to break apart, in...

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