On Writing

Poem 317 – Around the Table

around the table we gathered felt our stories lifting lilting tilting into each other’s smiles inhaled the glory of common motivations inspirations that shape-shifted like the characters we attempted to contain embraced the soundtrack of fingertips on keyboards the orchestra of self-expression intersecting with trumpet-laughter jazz yellow daisies alive & listening petal pranced across the… Continue reading Poem 317 – Around the Table