Colleen Redman
@collred.bsky.social
Writer, blogger, poet, a beach town girl who went back to the land
to live in a cabin and keep a flock of chickens. I covered local events and wrote features for our local newspaper for 15 years. Blogging at http://looseleafnotes.com
to live in a cabin and keep a flock of chickens. I covered local events and wrote features for our local newspaper for 15 years. Blogging at http://looseleafnotes.com
This is the poem I read at my dream group last week.
November 30, 2024 at 5:35 PM
This is the poem I read at my dream group last week.
When No One Cries Wolf
The wolf doesn't need sheep's clothing
if the door is left open
If the bad apples are poison
and the fences are broken
If the good people are sleeping
and the rest are herded
the pack is emboldened
and the vulnerable forsaken...
The wolf doesn't need sheep's clothing
if the door is left open
If the bad apples are poison
and the fences are broken
If the good people are sleeping
and the rest are herded
the pack is emboldened
and the vulnerable forsaken...
November 22, 2024 at 4:53 AM
When No One Cries Wolf
The wolf doesn't need sheep's clothing
if the door is left open
If the bad apples are poison
and the fences are broken
If the good people are sleeping
and the rest are herded
the pack is emboldened
and the vulnerable forsaken...
The wolf doesn't need sheep's clothing
if the door is left open
If the bad apples are poison
and the fences are broken
If the good people are sleeping
and the rest are herded
the pack is emboldened
and the vulnerable forsaken...