The Poetic Rabbit
What I’ve Never Forgotten:“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
On Any Given Day
Shapes of Writing
Tracking the Hare
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Daily Archives: February 28, 2011
drifts down, slightest breeze sends it out of reach//my thoughts always escape me February’s Word of the Month Contest (word was feather) at David L. Harrison’s blog