1690 August 11, 2018August 11, 2018 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments lightning — I try to open the front door with my car keys key Advertisements 1690
1689 August 8, 2018August 8, 2018 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments a splash of water — when is a haiku haiku? haiku 1689
1688 August 7, 2018August 8, 2018 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment morning glories — the garden outgrows itself garden 1688
1687 August 6, 2018 angie werrenLeave a comment old photos — kodachrome oceans become sky fading 1687
1686 August 5, 2018August 6, 2018 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments dirt on my hands red warm tomato earth 1686
1685 August 4, 2018 angie werrenpoetry3 Comments again, rain — I paint the hallway yellow decorate 1685
1684 August 3, 2018 angie werrenpoetry1 Comment oh, katydids! the squeak of those hand-me-down shoes cast–off 1684
1683 August 2, 2018 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment thunder — the line at the bait and tackle moves faster bait 1683
1682 August 1, 2018August 1, 2018 angie werrenpoetry1 Comment restless night — the sounds of an aircare helicopter aviation 1682
1679 May 3, 2018 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment sudden storm I wonder if the brussels sprouts are fresh fresh 1679
