This Wednesday with be the first of a series of classes in the Back-to-Basics group. The first class is on sonnets.This is for those who want to learn how to write one and for those who already written one...

MIGRAINE When thewords spinI can not write... My head pounds! I sleep andenter thenightmares... ...inhuman dead hands touching me in places I don't give permission...NEVER IS PERMISSION GIVEN! Fingers are worms...stench makes me wantto hurl stomach contents... ...stomach is acid...full of fear.I'M FREEZING! Monsters comeand take...

Knock-knock, no need to open doors.Keep your seats warm while i traverse the floors.I’m your best friend when in need of comfort. Yet your worst enemy when you drift to slumber.Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. The time for games is...

“THE untold want by life and land ne'er granted, Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.”  Walt Whitman  In the way  piano plays in an empty room, trains hold commuters  as travelling hearts in skin baggage, poetry passports are open to declare  Steel...