notes Sometimes I hallucinate in the woods.
we’re lost in an eternal forest of solitude.
I’m only letting myself grieve over Gabriel García Márquez in little chunks so that I can stay afloat. Gabo influences my writing more that any other writer and I’m pretty sure he’s sitting on my shoulder now, his wee wing tickling my ear, his soft lips whispering secrets to me as I write.
I’m enjoying the diversity of poetic forms you’re trying. Nice!
I am honored, cyclinggrandma! Writing a poem each day is not so much breaking out of the box as turning it into a serial origami project.
Brilliant! You’ve earned a yellow rose for your desk, today!
Hoy, ésta poema es mi favorita. Alcanza un espacio precioso. Bravo Susana.
You have so found your groove, writing poetry each day… like verbal sketching. Admittedly, my heart is a little broken, at the beautiful man’s passing. That said, I’m so grateful we will always have his words.