#postaday Where does a poet punch in? Starbucks? The kitchen counter? The train station? The backyard hammock, while the bees and butterflies labor in nectar? Is it in bed, snuggled up to your neck, dear? These poets. How can one punch in when the mind is wrapped in rhyme 24/7, and it’s hell until it’s… Continue reading The Poet is In.
Author: lavagal
Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.