Lee Deffebach spent summers in Tuscarora, NV to concentrate on her painting of large abstract acrylics depicting the endless desert landscape that fed her soul.
thank you, Sharron. Since I started reading your flash fiction, in fact, just this evening, I wondered if I should so back on a lot of my poems and just reformat them as prose. There is often no poetic structure at all, just the line breaks. Our poetry instructor in Truckee often harped on enjumbment ... the line break that emphasizes meaning. Frankly, it's bullsh*t. But this is something to think about. Thank you for serendipitously repeated my thoughts to me. Soul sisters, we!
Some really striking images here, Sue. Just lovely:
"...Full moon dances on black velvet ripples as she floats, gazes at possibilities in shooting stars and planets..."
"... My neighbors don't have much to say Since they moved to this corner of town..."
"Thanked me for the oddest things, how I opened up her world, Taught her how to breathe and see.."
Both of these pieces would be just as striking if written in prose format without the line breaks. (prose poems) Excellent work!
thank you, Sharron. Since I started reading your flash fiction, in fact, just this evening, I wondered if I should so back on a lot of my poems and just reformat them as prose. There is often no poetic structure at all, just the line breaks. Our poetry instructor in Truckee often harped on enjumbment ... the line break that emphasizes meaning. Frankly, it's bullsh*t. But this is something to think about. Thank you for serendipitously repeated my thoughts to me. Soul sisters, we!
Either way - gorgeous!
Beautiful.
thanks, Joe. hope all is well and you haven't gone blind from watching solar flares. Jeff and I are expecting triffids to invade the garden.
Yup, that’s Nevada. Good job, Sue.