"It's not really poetry but it's pretty," he said...
~ Lisa Loeb, Furious Rose
I seldom breach the hedge between poetry and prose on this blog, but in 2007 poems kept popping up above the shrubs. I suppose it was an experiment for my soul, one that I will continue to dabble in this month. We'll start with a retrospective:
robert frost ...and friends
(thank you, once again, to www.explodingdog.com for unintentionally providing graphic accompaniment to a poetry post)