Swift Running Water

This collaborative creature of a poetry book has suddenly appeared from a mutual continuing desire to create and support each other in letting the words of the authors loose. The blog community was a way of life during the time when words were angry and lost, beautiful and sharp. Settled into two kids and professions, marriages and poems, poems, poems; inspiration, feverishly written, carried us through.Many school days and work nights later, words crop up and jut out. Words struggling to express new sentiments, changed by escapades and deeds. The blogs faded without fanfare, no longer the medium of choice. Our words went underground. Or maybe, underwater.