On being fearless outside & in the kitchen

When was the last time you felt fearless? I remember full well as the truck ambled up the long mountain road in Costa Rica. Up we drove, passing black shadows working their way from branch to branch in the slender tall trees. Sometimes the shadows wore smug scrunched up faces that peered out from the… Continue reading On being fearless outside & in the kitchen

Meter and Flow

Sometimes I’m too quick to make a judgement. Up until recently, I have been quite biased and worming my way out of ignorance when it comes to the function of rhyming in poetry. If I had to put a finger on it, I think it might have something to do with ease and lack of… Continue reading Meter and Flow