So You Want To Be A Writer

This is one of my favorite poems by Charles Bukowski and I don’t even care how he may have been in real life but it speaks to me. I think that’s one of the beautiful things about poetry. Some may not care for it, but some of us will take from it whatever we can. Read byContinue reading “So You Want To Be A Writer”

Friday Musings: Flower Day and Migrant Worker Poetry

I had my coffee way early in the morning today and even picked two roses for my son’s teacher and aide because today is Bring Your Teacher a Flower Day or something. Then when we arrived at the school, I saw all the other kids holding store-bought bouquets and I remembered that that’s what weContinue reading “Friday Musings: Flower Day and Migrant Worker Poetry”