October 1, 2022
September 24, 2022
The colors are thrown like paper airplanes hard through our bodies, breathing in every drop of rainbow
September 17, 2022
Here at the edge of autumn I like to practice being generous. I read a book that I don’t like just to exercise my manners,
September 11, 2022
“I love you and I always will.”
Last words spoken between dearest of friends
parting ways unknown.
Hope lingered therein,
that one day no more need for “always” would come
– only the existence of that fact would overtake
by revisited presence and love.
September 5, 2022
The elements of freedom
are the words in silence,
they dwell in the mind
of perfect bliss, they love
to rest their spirits
in mother-silence's bosom,
and cannot ever bear
to lose sight of her.
September 3, 2022
The magic was in your words –
mostly foul,
Usually entertaining.
Daddy would shake his head in frustration.
Soft muttering, usually in Italian.
August 30, 2022
Seema Prusty In remembrance of my beautiful aunt, so young and so lively. Gone too soon. The crusader virus is mercilessly on its conquest,like a swarm […]
August 13, 2022
Paul Henry Running the red on a right, screeching the corner, he cut me off.A second later we would have collided.Barely ahead he gunned his powerful […]
August 6, 2022
Tina J Gordon The ubiquitous yellow line—thosemillions of minuscule thermoplastic glass beads stenciled down thecenter of every road and highway— keep us safe in our own […]
July 30, 2022
Tina J Gordon Along the Sciara del Fuoco in the Mediterranean, you can hear the earthrumble, heave, sigh.Like a heart that’s broken, it grieves. Listen in […]
