The last of April, the last of my concentration on poems in my blog posts for the year. I admit I’ve pushed myself to put focus on poems...

It was the day of suffering—the day of mocking, flogging, betrayal. Day became night. Jesus. It’s the day He was crucified, the day He...

My Saturday involved leaving Conway, Arkansas, and driving I-40 to Little Rock. It was raining. And there was talk on the radio of...

Let the fun begin! Poetry, poetry, poetry and interacting with others who love words. Always, I tear up when I hear a poem that touches...

Keep your eyes open if you are anywhere near northern Arkansas. Buds are sprouting, breaking free from a dark winter. Trees and buds must...