One day, when I was a wee lass (like eleven or twelve), I picked up a Magic Tree House book (anyone remember those?) set in historical Japan and read it. It was then when I discovered the art form of short yet unique poetry known as the haiku. By the time I finished reading the book, my creative juices were already starting to churn. I picked up the nearest notebook and composed my very first haiku. . .Continue reading “Haikus!”
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It’s happened. . .
365 days of rambling.Continue reading “365 Days of Rambling (feat. Q&A)”