A recent weekend spent outside in a flurry of autumnal golds and reds got me thinking about books.
Although the exchange took approximately 30 seconds, I walked away from meeting my writing idol, Kwame Alexander, filled with equal parts elation and embarrassment.
You read that right. This month was all about podcasts, book festivals and disco ubers. Intrigued? Read on...
Despite what felt like an inordinate amount of rain this May, I refused to be kept indoors!
April is known for being rainy. But that just means more time to read books...
At the latest meeting of the Nightlighter's book club we read Mary Oliver’s book of poetry Why I Wake Early. It got mixed reviews...
Being on top of the world is really hard on your calves. This was the conclusion I came to after walking up the steep slopes of the mountain town of Granada, Spain several times a day to return to our hotel, Hotel Alhambra Palace.
Once poetry coursed through my veins, shooting out on the page through my pen. I wrote it, read it, loved it. Then, like many loves that go untended, it faded away. But not forever...
It's the end of April, which means it's also the last day of National Poetry Month. To say goodbye to this month and what also feels like goodbye to spring, I've chosen one last poem from one of my favorite young poets Emma Flood, an ethereal wanderlust of words for those who seek to dream.
K.L. Kranes 