Free Hand #126 (Spring or Incineration)

The sun beats through the winter air and warms the bones only temporarily. Destroying the eyes, destroying the world the body is burnt up into ash. Skin tingling, Spring or incineration?   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

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Free Hand #125

Snow piled up against the door melting closest to the heat. Sticking, icy, and cold against the skin turning blue. Thank you for reading my work, I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Book Review: Making a Poem by Miller Williams

    I recently finished reading, Making a Poem: Some Thoughts About Poetry and the People Who Write It by Miller Williams who was a former inaugural poet for the Clinton administration. This was an interesting read in that Williams looked at writing poetry from angles I had not previously considered such as The Writer … Continue reading Book Review: Making a Poem by Miller Williams