WHO?
Retired teacher. Part-time poet. Dog lover. Amateur photographer. Hiker. Canoeist. Reader. Oak woodland restorer. Clean energy advocate. Driftless Area, NE Iowa, US. Born at 317 ppm.
WHY?
Here are some reasons I write:
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
— Mary Oliver
In an alley, there is a bright pink flower peeking out through the asphalt.
a) It looks like futility.
b) It looks like hope.
-- Amy Krouse Rosenthal
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person.
—Czeslaw Milosz
Good art is a truing of vision, the way a saw is trued in a saw shop, to cut more cleanly.
— Jane Hirshfield, Ten Windows