Whether I’m writing in my journal, which I do every day, or composing a post for my blog or putting my thoughts down on paper (real or virtual) to create either prose or poetry, I enjoy getting the gunk out of my head so that I can revisit, revise or – at times! – revile what I’ve written. What I enjoy most about writing is the satisfaction of having expressed myself as fully as I’m able to, to feel pretty much terrific when I’ve arrived at the phrasing, the language, the tone that beautifully – to me! – articulates what it is I want the world to know, even if – sometimes especially if – no one but me will ever read it.
brown-eyed girls
summer wanes
early watering
desiccated greenery
wondering why I still bother
august anthem
oppressive heat
sultry days, sultry nights
I long for autumn
Silent Sunday
The Illustrated Van, Last One
Joy. I feel joy!
And most often, JOY is triggered by the simplest things. That, in itself, makes me happy! It gives me additional joy, knowing I can be content with little things, with serendipity, with the majesty of nature and the kindness of good people. I’m not a religious person but truly, I do not want.
Freaky Friday
river birch
over the years
trunks thicken—
both lithe & strong
The Illustrated Van, Part V
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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