Kitty Jospé No cherry on top or whipped cream can restore the once rare delicacy it was, (marinated in maraschino) now colored fake red When life whispers this is wrong when fragile asks for real, not...
Anne Harding Woodworth I pick up gloves lost in the street, put them in a pocket, take them home. So far, I have a dozen. Two are brown. Ten black. Eleven for the left hand. Four are made for men in overcoats, eight for women going far too fast. The one right...
Gina T. Ogorzaly Cranes chortle raucously mere yards overhead startled by coyote lurking in the neighbor’s field. Cormorant whizzes rapidly straight up the acequia or sits sedately and lonely on a branch sticking up mid-stream. Geese wing south in their...
Andrea Penner You think you don’t have it in you, so you turn to some guru, someone to show you what’s new under the sun, pay them to exercise your mind or show you how to change, to grow, to do it better, to save more, buy less…. but you know already. Dig deep...
Gayle Lauradunn Here I stand in this circle of light feet firm upon the ground. Plump arms rest easily. A breeze stirs long hair. This is how I stand. I stand here in the curves of my body. My body teaches me of birth, of love, of death. My body speaks to me...
Grace Elena Woods I risked my heart once. And felt it torn from my chest. Licking wounds, I grow. Grace Elena Woods is Gramma to two lovely grandsons who call her Oma. She is living the dream, healing families....
