'It's a Gift, I Think' covers some (but certainly not all!) of the feelings that writers may experience. The feeling that what you're writing is stupid and that no one will ever want to read it. The fear of criticism. The confusion over why we're so drawn to writing (I'm not the only one who marvels at that, am I?). The desire to make a difference with the words that we are given...

I think it best to always savour sunset glow / For we cannot say when we'll find / We've run out of time, and be reminded / That we...

Happiness seems to be slipping through Naomi’s outstretched hand like so many grains of elusive, shining sand...

"I scampered up onto the ceiling, checked and double-checked my anchoring, and lowered myself by one shining, silvery thread..."

I have two laugh worthy poems for you today. The first poem, titled herein as Perplexing Plurals, came to my attention in an email from...

horn! horn! Rain or shine, goose girl free your furry friends from the cage and took him to the green forest. Use a long stick to…

Part I There was a little acorn, tiny as could be. And from that little acorn, a baby seedling was born, and from that baby seedling,...

Two hats. Tea and cookies. Beautiful red shoes. Pearls.

honk! honk! rain or shine the goose girl releases her feathered friends from their pen and herds them to the lush green.....

Watching, Waiting, Listening. A poem by Lilyana Page. The trees rustle and swish above streams that gurgle and sing. The birds warble