Last month was national crochet month and I exhausted myself making something every day. This components will go into two new artworks -- a trytich called Love Is and another piece called Priestess.
This month is National Poetry Month and I'm following a blog that offers daily prompts. Dalton's poignant evocation and this painful discussion led to this first draft -- the form is called a triolet (tree- o -lay). I did a quick google to make sure i wan't exaggerating. Steuben Count's suicie rate is 11.1 per 100,000 New York State as a whole is only 6.2 per 100, 000 Triolet for Today One year there were five suicides Deer guns turned on mammal heads How poor this pretty countryside One year there were five suicides All these wild flowers don’t bloom inside so needful kids felt better off dead One year there were five suicides Deer guns turned on mammal heads
