Measured
Masquerading with
dyed ribbon and feathered glint,
we peer into you.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Poetry Friday: Life
Life
Slipping, blurred shapes rush
past, ruffling my eyelashes
faster than I blink.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014
This is a photo of the gorgeous Palouse in Washington state. The hills roll and fold and curl. Driving past them is like watching a pulsing sculpture.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Poetry Friday: Mt. Rainier
Mt. Rainier
Crusted with ice, she
shrugs her shoulders and glaciers,
stained blue, slip and crack.
by Lorie Ann Grover, 2014
photo by Emily Kay Grover
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
Poetry Friday: What Lies Below
What Lies Below
Belching below the
concrete, his claws may dart and
clip my cold ankles.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014
