It’s still winter & that’s the title of this week’s poem When I was in junior high and high school, we heated our house with a wood-burning stove. There was also an oil heater that could run, though we kept…
From the relative wordiness of prose poems to the relative silence of haiku We’re really into winter in the northern hemisphere now. There’s no denying it. Sure, we had those unseasonably warm days, then a bit of rain and snow…
Is the day sentient? Can it be? This week’s poem is a prose poem, and one which is definitely more to the lyrical poem side of its heritage than the narrative prose side of the family. The idea it comes…
If I were a sparrow, people might mystify me But then, people mystify me sometimes anyway. Being human doesn’t necessarily help me out with understanding other humans. A sparrow, in fact, might have as a good a chance as I…
A Large Traveling Bag, Typically Leather – Portmanteau A portmanteau is also a term for the mashup of two words to make another. Sometimes humorous, sometimes just useful. For example, breakfast + lunch = brunch. Portmanteau word is a term…
