Haikus don’t hit palate right. Nor do sonnets, sestinas. What do I do when this happens– No, not […]
rhyme writer
8/5/12 — Friday night. Well, mine. Thinking only of verse. But more so, in moment instant, enveloped in […]
Haikus don’t hit palate right. Nor do sonnets, sestinas. What do I do when this happens– No, not […]
8/5/12 — Friday night. Well, mine. Thinking only of verse. But more so, in moment instant, enveloped in […]