Don't tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light
on broken glass.
Anton Chekhov


Critique of my poem, No Salvage, by Tracy Koretsky of

I have to pinch myself on this one - I love this critique.
You can read it by clicking on the link for Winning Writers - Poetry under "Favorite Sites" (on the left side of the first page of this blog.)  Also, feel free to check out Tracy's own work under the link, Even Before My Own Name (4th from the top).

Baby Steps

My friend, Linda, is pulling me kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century.  Bless her for her expertise and gentle persistence.  Till now, I have been pretty computer illiterate.  To give you an example, I maintained the books for our business and personal finances on a 286 IBM using Quicken Home and Office until November 2007 when we sold the business.

I am crawling into a U-shaped learning curve that sometimes leaves me stuck at the bottom. But, today I'm  attempting to scale the opposite side - I envision sitting on the rim - pondering the possibilities.