My skin smells like sunshine, even in the rain. I'm not writing a poem a day but I'm riding my bike and laying in my hammock and thinking of words all the time.
 I think my computer died today. It was sudden but I'm optimistic. I love pen and paper.   I'm writing this from my hammock. My goodness, it feels good to take a deep breath in the dark.   I wrote this after a sweet night with friends and music and love and a sweet day with family and so much sunshine. My skin is electric with the goodness of the past 24 hours.   We're not even a full week into National Poetry Month and already I am a day behind! Oh well. Sickness and sleepiness and all those other things of life got in the way on Friday, but maybe I'll feel motivated and creative enough to write a second poem on Saturday. Or maybe it doesn't matter! Anyway, I wrote this after reading a long email from a girlfriend in SF. I miss her.   Ok, this is what happens when you reminisce in your head without anything physical to justify your nostalgia. It's definitely spring here. It's definitely here right now.   It's the second day of National Poetry Month and this one is in just under the wire. I'm trying to tell myself that I'm not tired of anything, just tired from today.   Happy National Poetry Month! At least that's what I read on the internet. I'm going to attempt to write a poem a day this month. If I can't, I'll celebrate other poets. This should be fun, and given my efforts to take writing more seriously, impeccably timed.  |
