Wordle poems (#sol24 Day 27/31)

My own version of Found Poetry came from the Wordle the other day. Aren’t I so nice? I saved this idea until a few days after that particular Wordle so I wouldn’t wreck it for anyone. Ahem… houselonermoteltowel~ my Wordle brain Sometimes those random starts grow a little scene! 🧩

It’s Spring! (#sol24 Day 25/31)

What does it mean when your forearms cramp up from clearing nine inches of heavy dense snow off of your windshield? It’s Spring! What does it mean when that heavy dense snow bends the branches way over and you have to walk through a perilous tree tunnel to gather the chickens’ eggs, even when you’re... Continue Reading →

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