Sharon Lee Goodhand

How Adam Met Eve (A New World is Born.)        

Serendipity

Serendipity  The recent heavy rains had slowed Pearl down; as much as she loved the rain and how it graced leaves and flowers in tiny liquid water jewels, it had made the narrow dirt tracks running through the borough of Shadewell difficult to navigate. Her wagon wheels ground to a halt in many places, choked up with mud and rocks.

Life is Poetry

Poetry, for me, is expression and grace, it's storytelling and a therapy. As a rule my poetic forms are long free verse, where rhyme comes secondary to content. Often my rhyming pattern is obscure, appearing mid-sentence rather than tailing at the end of each line....