Usagi
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-
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On Any Given Day
Shapes of Writing
Tracking the Hare
Little Pawprints
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Remembering Dad
“I want to help,” she cried. She beamed at her father; her yellow flowered sundress bouncing an eager tempo. Her father looked down and hid a smile as he wiped the sweat from his face. The Texas sun was bright, … Continue reading
