A poem for Maundy Thursday.
Another year, another month of NaPoMo. Here we go.
Sorry for not keeping up on daily poems this year. I am battling some creativity fatigue. The tank is pretty empty.
Trying something new on Tuesdays. The Tanka. Don’t know what to do with the additional syllables.
From where I sit at work.
Catching up on poems. Nail biter of a Cascadia Cup match against Portland. Great comeback by the Sounders to tie.
Spent the evening helping to dissect the meaning of a classic song as a part my son’s poetry unit for English class. A poem about a poem.