Poetry, Prose and Prattle

I'm three weeks into an eight week poetry class. It is called Reading for Writers and it is a literary gallop through twentieth centur...

Platt Park on an October Afternoon Scanning the expansive green of the park Spying an empty bench with a warm Ray of sunlight ...

When folks ask me what I write, I tell them this - Poetry, prose and prattle.  I am a poet first.  Prose can be fiction or true life and I l...

Fire Five By Jane Hillson Aiello June 2017 Fire took my neighborhood But left a house for me And though I had a place to liv...

Denver.  Legalized marijuana.  Population boom.  Gentrification.  Traffic.  Front Range.  Blue skies and brown clouds.  Great food - farm to...

Most days, I exercise.  Most often I am barefooted.  Or in my little Nike Studio Wraps.  Either way my toes are exposed.  Ergo, I like pedic...

Short and sweet.  Today's blog is nothing more than a simple rant on why I can and can't write to my heart's content.  What is t...