Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
For Phillip Hughes No personal memories have I only the memory of my son loving watching your games on television. He knows all your stats and history as young Aussie cricketers tend to do. On the day you passed the storms came suddenly and hailstone the size of cricket balls fell…
PiBoIdMo Day 24: Agents Love Picture Books
Originally posted on Writing for Kids (While Raising Them):
I asked the kidlit agents participating in PiBoIdMo as your “grand prizes” to tell us why they love picture books. Their answers are sure to inspire! Heather Alexander, Pippin Properties Picture books are easy to love because they are tiny little windows that offer beautiful glimpses out…
PiBoIdMo Day 24 Part Two: Vesper Stamper Chooses a Reality
Originally posted on Writing for Kids (While Raising Them):
by Vesper Stamper When I was growing up as a latch key kid in New York, two things formed my sense of place and identity in the world: my grandfather’s freckled arms and my picture books. There is something about visualizing a chosen reality that is so vital for…
The New Century is Found
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Art by ZedettaArt – song lyric in cut out shape Star Song The new century promises the eternity of song. Holding binoculars in every mood. A bunch of flitting fireflies liveth here. A telescope can show you songs I’ve heard. Beyond the asteroid belt lie songs like grass. The giver…
Invitation Poem
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Beckoning Autumn Come bring your burnt orange, golden yellow and burnished red leaves. Bring us much needed relief from the heat wave malaise. Remember your invitation to wear light jumpers and dressy leather boots. Loosen your leaves to reveal the sculptural shaped trees on the horizon. Let the fading days…
June Paisa Perkins 