My Quiet Place
Tucked up in the hills,
a refuge where I think, paint.
My place: quiet, quaint.
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About Me
- Poem of the Week - Lisa Vihos
- I live overlooking Lake Michigan, and sit at my dining room table writing poems as often as time will allow. I love reading, bicycling, Zumba, and listening to my 14-year-old play guitar, not necessarily in that order. I am working on a memoir. It is a mytho-poetic reckoning of my life to this point. We'll see how that goes.
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