with Callie Feyen
Megan, this poem has almost a visceral feel. I've been in Texas during thunderstorms and the Northeast, standing in my sis in law's garage while my son and nephew stood outside to record the 'booms!'
God in his majesty and power for sure.
I'm glad that came through, Jody.
Those calves, craving release...
I love this craft you are teaching me about! So many unique and meaningful ways to put words together.
Whenever I learn about a new form I want to try it. Apparently it was a bit of a parlor game in Jane Austen's day. Because no internet.
**sigh** love that
I don't think I would, either.
Thank you for writing. And thank you for writing with me.
Megan, this poem has almost a visceral feel. I've been in Texas during thunderstorms and the Northeast, standing in my sis in law's garage while my son and nephew stood outside to record the 'booms!'
God in his majesty and power for sure.
I'm glad that came through, Jody.
Those calves, craving release...
I love this craft you are teaching me about! So many unique and meaningful ways to put words together.
Whenever I learn about a new form I want to try it. Apparently it was a bit of a parlor game in Jane Austen's day. Because no internet.
**sigh** love that
I don't think I would, either.
Thank you for writing. And thank you for writing with me.