Bridges|NaPoWriMo Day 28

I grew up in West Texas, where bridges are few and far between. Rivers are rare and often bare, no water to be seen. Lubbock County has but one little bridge over a little dry draw. I went to San Francisco, where bridges abound, and was completely awed. I went on the Oakland, plus the …

Starting My Day|A Hay(na)ku|NaPoWriMo Day 27

Sunrise is purple and gold now. I need to write and pray. This is how I start days. I pray you peace and love. © Elaine Wood-Lane 4/27/15 And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, …