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...

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...

My Saturday involved leaving Conway, Arkansas, and driving I-40 to Little Rock. It was raining. And there was talk on the radio of...

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...

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

I stayed up until 2 a.m. this week because a poem was rattling around in my head. I just needed to get it down on paper. Before I knew...

I’d spent the morning watching the wind whiplash the daffodils, watching the dogs snuggle deeper into blankets, and working myself hard...

No matter what the world teaches and preaches, some things never change, especially in the country. Country dogs eat dry dog food and...

Mute. I woke up Tuesday morning with laryngitis. I have not experienced myself as silent before. And I am full of words! Two people in my...

When I awakened this morning, I recalled a friend from church sharing her back exercises with me months and months ago. I’m not sure if...