Bachelor’s buttonhole

April 19, Napowrimo 2026. Today we are charged with picking a flower or two (or a whole bouquet) from this online edition of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. We are then to write our own poem in which we muse on our selections’ names and meanings. If so inclined, we could even do some outside researchContinue reading “Bachelor’s buttonhole”

Bouée de sauvetage pêche

As a writer (I still shy away from the title poet at times) I often find myself in a dilemma, one to which the vagaries of my mind tutor the torment. The unravelling of meaning of poems – is it meant to be a test that makes you feel inadequate at the best of times?Continue reading “Bouée de sauvetage pêche”