Tuesday, March 6, 2012. A Thing for Words has moved Please follow me to my new Home! I have moved A Thing for Words to its new Wordpress home here. I hope all of you followers of the old blog will follow me there. Saturday, February 11, 2012.

Primarily for poetry and illustrations. Thursday, March 8, 2018. A 55 for JAJ after a long absence. Piano-forte, does it matter? And the keys push back. The keys hold the power. In the center lies the music, that sweet spot - freedom. 169; Gay Reiser Cannnon - 3-8-18. Monday, April 10, 2017. When Time Stops and Nothing Breathes. Near the fence, as the. Tuesday, April 5, 2016.

We now have a Cellar Writing Group website - click here. Wednesday, 30 March 2011. The next Cellar Writing Group meeting will be on the 16th April at the usual time of 6. Should you wish to join us, please email Daniel Dowsing. Looking forward to seeing you there! Friday, 5 February 2010. No January Blues at Blue Sky.

Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past. As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment. Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines. Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out. Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived. A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon. Mdash; Leave a comment.

My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me. Wednesday, February 11, 2015. I know that a lot of you knew that I was unable to post anything for a bit, due to being homeless for a few months.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Ramblings and Muses creative writing, photos and more. So I got to go home to visit my Parents this last week. My Mom and Dad have retired and moved back to where I grew up. I had such a great time visiting with my parents and seeing old friends. Please enjoy my picture diary of our visit. The Wonderful Sunrise that Greeted me as I drove to Las Cruces. Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.

These are the things we can know NOW. Posted by Karla Stewart Okala on August 17, 2014. I might have realized that your mouth could.

Gooey hands filled with the hearts. Of my sweet, sweet valentines. This poem was my attempt at a Tanka, a form being explored today at One Stop Poetry.