August 1. Reflection. When you realize the road takes you to yourself. Footsteps forward. Sun from the west. Beginning the harvest. Solace. #poetry #blueskypoetry #poet #poets #writingcommunity #august #summer #writers #writing #books #read

Rejection. Feather in the mud. With or without its bird, when the mud dries, wind blows— it will take flight. #poetry #poet #feather #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry

West winds. Swept smoke east. Fire softened on already charred ground. That moment of clarity. Witchgrass thrives. The beauty. #poetry #poet #poets #blueskypoetry #fire #climate #writing #writingcommunity #lifeofapoet #oregon

Formatting. Manuscript. Perseverance through the mistakes. Feels like: unexpected suspension. Today, I’m surrounded by wildfires. P.S. I love words. #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing #writers #poet #writer #writingcommunity #lifeofapoet #writinglife #oregon #wildfires

Night magic. Summer desert. Light on dark. The journey has been long. Navigation clouded. Still looking for landmarks to forgiveness. #poetry #blueskypoetry #writing #writers #poet #writer #writingcommunity #lifeofapoet #writinglife

Home. Seen and held. Carried within. Loved. Lived. Questioned. With or without walls. Sometimes— just a moment, or forever. #Poet #LifeofaPoet #Poetry #Writing#Community #Writing #Writers #Poems #WritingLife

New moon. Sentimental. Summer voices in the cut fields. Gone. Fleeting bloom of daisies. #poetry #lifeofapoet #blueskypoetry #skypoet #writinglife #writing #writers #writer #poet #writingcommunity

Thinking about wings today. Hawk wings. Falcon wings. Butterfly wings. Bat wings. Fly wings. Feathered. Chitin. Living skin. Defying gravity. Does being airbound make you free? #poet #poetry #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #writers #writing #wings #summer #lifeofapoet

Universe showing me just how good it can get. Revisions begun. Deer prints in dust. Favorite cloud—stratocumulus. Over the desert. Don’t get me wrong, I know that horrors ensue around us. Not forgotten. #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #writing #writers #writinglife #poet #lifeofapoet

If I avoid feeling what I should be feeling in my life, my poetry falls; there’s miles of difference between hoping and frightened. #lifeofapoet #poet #poetry #blueskypoetry #writinglife #writing #writer #writers

Taken a week to comprehend I finished the first draft of my novel-in-verse. My hand held over my smiling heart. To begin and end the story. Hours at my desk. Underwood holds the barn doors secure. #poetry #blueskypoetry #poet #lifeofapoet #writinglife #writing #writers #dreams #words

Coyotes out window calling —heralding 5 a.m. New Year. The trickster. The teacher. And there, passing across the clouds we begin again. Leaving behind the endings of us, of you, of me, of time.

Water body. Clouds mind. Grasses life. Reflected. Connected yet separate by the horizon. Darkness is here. I befriend it. Thursday. Rain. Hope the Scorpio’s karma. #poetry #lifeofapoet #poet #blueskypoetry #writinglife #secrets #writers #writer #writing

Looking towards the first quarter moon. Tonight at sunset. Finished the first sequence of my project. Energized and exhausted at the same time. Wednesday. At peace. For now. #poetrycollection #poetry #poet #blueskypoetry #transition #samhain #halloween #writinglife #mindful #harmony

Coyote runs across the desert. Alone. Trickster. Prophet. I listen closely. Nothing. A drop of rain. Wednesday. A little off. So it goes. Think I’ll just edit. #poetry #blueskypoetry #poet #write #writing #writingcommunity #writerslife #mindful

Moon’s back was to Venus as I stepped out. Early morning. Cold. Sunday. Just when I thought the poem was going so well. Starting over. #blueskypoetry #poet #poetry #writingcommunity #writinglife #poems #life #write

Nature sees all. Aspen bark. Third eye. Wednesday. Appears that systems are falling apart. La Niña. Sun for a moment. #blueskypoetry #poet #poetry #writinglife #writerscommunity #October

Morning brought a notion. Emotions are primordial. And from the beginning. Wondering if they’re an ancient elixir of thought. A trigger for creating language. Crying came first. Monday. Project moving forward. Quesadillas for lunch. #blueskypoetry #poetry #poet #writing #writer #writers

RIP. Saturday. October 11, 2025. #dianekeaton

Imagination. Words. Images. Story. Tapping into places never seen before. All’s good today. Thursday. Saw a butterfly glide a spider’s web. #poetry #poet #blueskypoetry #writers #writingcommunity #imagination #writing

Nothing like a breakthrough. Poem works. Meaning clear. Cadence beating. Saturday. Good. Morning. #writing #blueskypoetry #poetry #poet #writingcommunity #October #writinglife

RIP. Wednesday. October 1. 2025. #janegoodall

For me the path has never been perfectly clear. I’ve had to look for clues. Pay attention. And trust. Tuesday. Last day of September. Fire in woodstove. Wind howling. Much gratitude. #poetry #poet #writingcommunity #fire #writing #journey #mindful

Been thinking about the magic. of books. How when you open a book and start reading shit just happens. Inspiration. Learning. Fascination. Encouragement. Support. Solutions. Engagement. Understanding. Empathy. Critical thinking. Analysis. Magic. #magic #book #books #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry

Always so nervous when I make a submission but feeling good about these three poems. Sunday. Wildfire. Smoke skies. Was called a hothead today. Been liking my dreams. #aries #poet #poetry #writingcommunity #art #writinglife #blueskypoetry #books

Looking inside. Small opening of light surrounded by shadow. New project moving slowly. Mindful. Finally. Saturday. Water still running through canal. The air is still. #writingcommunity #poetry #poet #blueskypoetry #bluesky #writing #saturday #september

Three poems ready to submit. Friday. Setting intention to re-envision life moving forward. Not for indulgence, but survival. For survival. I think everyone knows what I mean. #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #write #writinglife #poetry #poet #aries

It runs so deep. Ands it’s so evil. Seriously. What are we going to do? #today

The way the clouds covered the sun. Light to dark on the brick laid road. Remember. The two of us on bikes through the morning streets of Loreto. As we did before. Laughing. Roosters crow. Wind blows along the malecón. Echo of a lost dream. #writingcommunity #writing #write #poetry #poet #mexico

Every bone has a story. Tuesday. Challenged. Looking up at September blue wishing I could do more. Today’s word, “knotty.” #writingcommunity #writing #write #poet #poetry #bones