I’m doing one of these a day until the end of April. To send it, copy the permalink or the image file link into an email, tweet, Facebook DM, etc. — or just download and make free with the image.
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A photo you took of your neice through a screen door, flighted insect in hand — do I remember correctly? — is what I got when I thought of a tangible fly. So that’s what it must feel like to be a poet.
I don’t think she had an insect in hand. Maybe you’re conflating two different photos?
If you find out what it feels like to be a poet, let me know. I’m probably doing it all wrong.
Just wanted to say that the NaPoMo cards have been splendiferous, and I have enjoyed them immensely.
Hey, I’m glad to hear that. Thanks!