I almost deleted this blog because a contest I wanted to submit poetry to wouldn’t accept anything that has been published, not even a blog.
Now I have to make a choice.
Listen, God is singing through the Elms, first as thunder, then as wind, then as trembling leaves and limb.
I almost deleted this blog because a contest I wanted to submit poetry to wouldn’t accept anything that has been published, not even a blog.
Now I have to make a choice.