Deep-rooted

I may not have been born in the mountains, but my sister and I spent a lot of time there, as you may remember from my poems about our visits to Grandma Hatfield’s house. Those mountains remain in my spirit and my soul, and reside in my DNA!

Gems (a poet’s note on noticing….)

As a poet, and one with very sharp senses, I tend to notice basically everything all around me all the time. I focus on the beautiful and the serene. We are surrounded by beauty that most people dismiss or are completely oblivious to. One of my jobs as a poet is to help folks toContinue reading “Gems (a poet’s note on noticing….)”