I spent the week at this beach. There could be a million pictures of people cuddled together from my family and inner circle, however I’m trying to spare you guys the gush. Here goes.
If you live at or around the Southern area of the United States than you understand this widespread pandemic. Silk worms are whispering from threads and trees, your car is a dusty yellow, everything you touch turns to powder, and your nose won’t stop running and sniffing and rouging. It’s a rough life here in the South. To see more: visit my driveway.
I was looking for a book on my shelf and came across this odd threesome. It seems I placed them together without even realizing the irony of it all.
I always love a good whale, unless it’s Moby Dick. I also always love a good whale, or porpoise, who has something sunny to say.
I don’t think people get more writable than my folks. How many stories do you think I can squeeze out of this adorable pairing? If you haven’t noticed, my mom comments on every single one of my blogs (pretty much) and she’s now worried that all of you are going to ask what B.W. means. I’LL NEVER TELL.
A pier standing since the 1930’s. Obviously repairs have been made, but if you’ve ever been in a hurricane – you know this pier is clearly one of a kind.
My best friend, Sars, impulse bought me this shirt. I don’t think it rings true… AT ALL.
Today is the beginning of National Poetry Month. And in Raleigh, the News & Observer kicked it off with a little poetry write-up. NC Poetry on the Bus got it’s own bullet. This is exciting stuff, folks. Ride the R-line throughout April and enjoy some written word.
Also, celebrate Poem in Your Pocket Day on the 26th of April. I’ll be writing more about this in another blog. However, the more people who celebrate and take action, the more people who get to experience poetry in the contemporary. If I had my wish the world would know that poetry is not some snobby, elbow-padded suit jacket, but rather a genre of raging voices.