Wow. It’s April 10. Time flies, and all that. What pleases me about the date is that I am one-third of the way through poetry month, and I’ve written a poem (or part of one) daily. The most recent:

Poor Nineteen
Rains Unceasing
Enough

Again, even if you typically don’t “get” poetry, you might give these a read anyway. I am working on my “voice” or “presence,” trying to be accessible while speaking originally.