Monday, September 14, 2020

Place

  

Sunset. Porch View. Lost River. West Virginia. 
This is the place...where much of my poetry is made, including "On the Porch" published this July in the Tiny Seed Literary Journal. You may have read "in Lost River" from the chapbook...even "Oh Orlando" was written here. May this view of September sunset commune with the part of you that lives for these moments...of beauty, of nature, of reprieve from worldly worry, of the strength of mountains...wherever you are. 

As Kalhil Gibran writes, "Does not your house dream? and dreaming, leave the city for a grove or hill-top?"


Warm wishes,
Charise



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