New Orleans

Poetry Month – April 26, 2022

Sometimes, when you are lucky, a poem slams into you. Like this… THE EDGE OF MANSFIELD It was in the ice crystals. The clouds that swirled over me had ice crystals in them. Someone said they were from the hurricane…
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Bittersweet

I was in NewOrleans during Tropical Storm Barry, pressing my little nose against shuttered shops and restaurants all weekend when the prompt “bittersweet” popped into my mailbox. I noodled with ideas and images of being stuck inside a storm and…
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