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without knowing

Posted on June 19, 2019 by Joanna M. Weston

There are times when I sit and stare out of the window trying to conjure up a poem. I don’t call this ‘writer’s block’, just one of those days when inspiration hides. And then I just start writing … WITHOUT … Continue reading →

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I Spill

Posted on August 1, 2018 by Joanna M. Weston

Endless blue skies, with heat, water shortage, and I can only write about blue … and more blue … I SPILL royal blue words as soprano rises cerulean             falls below navy blue arcs up then beyond through aquamarine turquoise    cobalt … Continue reading →

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The Grammar of Rain

Posted on October 19, 2016 by Joanna M. Weston

It’s October and we’re into the rainy season. I longed for it all summer (we had no rain for four months) and by December I’ll be wondering when it will stop, with the rest of the winter to get through … Continue reading →

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Drawn into Words

Posted on January 27, 2016 by Joanna M. Weston

I’ve written poetry all my life, starting when I was about six. Poetry first, short or long stories, whatever it takes to string one word after another … DRAWN INTO WORDS the first seduction –                     a line of ecstatic red … Continue reading →

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A Diet of Words

Posted on January 28, 2015 by Joanna M. Weston

Poetry. Food for the mind, food for the soul. It’s pleasure to read poetry, to discover the many ways of exploring our world through the insights of poets, all the way from Shakespeare to John Clare to Ginsberg to just … Continue reading →

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Country Ball Game

Posted on July 30, 2014 by Joanna M. Weston

Home-grown baseball … summer evenings … popcorn … it all sounds so relaxed, peaceful, and fun. I love the language of baseball, other sports too come to that, but I have to go online to make sure I’ve got it … Continue reading →

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