I can still hear my high school English class groan as the teacher announced Poetry week. I might have been,…
I’m more comfortable calling myself a writer than a poet, but poetry and prose has always been my first love.…
Last week I shared a picture of a book of happy or as I put it – random ideas to…
When did I become comfortable referring to myself as a Poet – an Artist? Every day. Each day I am…
Remind me to never use the eraser at the end of the pencil. They are horrible. I need a different…
I love them I have no idea how to use them It’s almost like bringing my two favourite mediums…
Generally plain lead pencils. Different lead pencils. Charcoal type pencils. Different shades of black. I’m intimated by the colour pencils…
One simple One simple kiss Immeasurable unfathomable meanings multiple One simple kiss innocence sincerity promise devotion passion One…