Magic of Poetry

I’ve been writing poetry since I was nine. I was hooked at an early age by the ability to turn daffodils into yellow crowns, and to compare fog to a cat. In illness and troubled times, poetry is a therapeutic outlet. In joyous times, a celebration. The magic comes, when I pull out an old […]

Read More

Magic

My camera lens never tires of the sky. My heart strings don’t either. What part of nature/life sparks magic for you?

Read More