Tag: America

• No Rush/18

  When hands were steady Constitutions we’re drafted. Then…so we’re young men.

  G. Pearson

  March 8, 2023

  Writing

  America, constitution, Daily Poetry, daily writing, government, haiku, Korea, life lessons, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, Russia, short story, the draft, war, Writing

• Friday Jan 6

  I smell the tempest I was tossed once, knowing salt Now I crave quiet

  G. Pearson

  January 6, 2023

  Writing

  America, anxiety, creative nonfiction, daily writing, escapism, freedom, haiku, insurrection, January 6, life lessons, Micro Poetry, peace, pearsonpivot, Poetry, quiet, short story, storm, storm the capitol, tempest, terrorism, Writing