Oh, to beas carefree as a bird:to hop,to fly and soar,and sing with a melodic trill;a morning birdsharing the wordupon a windowsill,in a bush or on a branch of a tree,just being carefree,being me. Kim M. Russell, 27th July 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are quadrilling without a care in the […]