Cold Spring Park A poem by Jane Attanucci Cold Spring Park I’m out the doornearly every day,something my mothernever did.To leave the houseuntended was, for her,unthinkable.So many children,like the woman in the shoe.Oldest daughter, I pushed the twins’stroller round &... Continue Reading →
Inspiration Buffet: This week’s buffet features "Since you asked" a poem from Jane Attuncci's chapbook First Mud. Her poem delivers the question of, "Are you writing the poem or is the poem writing you?" Since you asked - by Jane Attanucci... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 