by Phibby Venable blue ridges, path loose with mud,a halo of fog grayingin a new daythe old womanlaid out her firethe night before,in the rusted woodstove,that still spokeout flames each morning,and sang out cold,as she listened, trembling the newspaper toward warmthe old woman, always in smoke and daydreams, worn outand…
If you’re a writer that thrives on feedback, a writing group might be just what you’re looking for. However, that’s often easier said than done if you don’t feel connected to other writers locally. Here’s a good video on how to create an online writing group that will allow you…
