Thorns by Maggie Lillo

Here’s a shared poem!   Thorns   This is an ill-humored spring full of vicious rages, sullen gray apologies, weeks of cold silence It isn’t funny any more, patience is lagging Time to let it go, spring forward… Blow away your angry monologue, there is nothing left to say   The birds have hope Oblivious…

Name Change and other things

Dear Subscribers, Readers, Followers, and Friends, From this day forward, this site is an independent site from The PEI Writers Guild, which has decided to produce its own newsletter. As you have noticed, I have decided to call it The Writing Stop. It will be the place for writers and would-be writers to stop, find…