An old familiar face
I looked back at posts in my “Writing” category today. There are a whole batch of moon poems, so many that a reader might easily tire of them. In fact, my mother tells me that my very first word was “moon,” so watch out - there could be more. That’s the joy of blogging really. There’s no one to tell me that I can’t write one more moon poem - or anything else I so please for that matter. That’s really the point of the thing. I don’t have to come here to be who I am not.
Squirrely Jedi wrote:
I always enjoy your moon poems — as well as your other poetry. Another of my favorites — a shorter one — is “airless in a house of glass”.
I will be thinking of you all next week. Mouth of Hell is right.
Posted on 27-May-06 at 8:38 pm | Permalink
jo(e) wrote:
There is no such thing as too many moon poems.
Posted on 30-May-06 at 5:28 pm | Permalink