Author: Adirondack Center for Writing

I enter my passcode as fast as Chopin's fingertipsI pull back the curtains and the light hits my lipsI'm riding "Safari", with colorful sightsMy world is dramatic, like stars of the nightThe cultures of the world, gathered in one placeTo radiate their brilliance, upfront of my faceBut now it's my time, I'm going to "Zoom"To … Continue reading My Phone by Alexander Zaborek

Au revoir, chic friends.Snow geese in flightover daffodilsbloom boot season terminé.Bon voyage, my French leather friends.I shall miss our intimate mink oil caresses,our moments of polish and shine,your scent suspended genuine in frosty air.À plus tard, chic friends.I shall miss your elements of style,your classic high heels, silver buckleaccentuation of ankles and upper calf.Suited up … Continue reading Black Leather Boots by Lorraine Caramanna

I have before me a small loving cup, inscribed Somerlid Merit Award, 1935, Robert Lamar. It’s metal, on a plastic base, about three inches high, the product of some awards shop in Pueblo, Colorado, which is where my father did his early growing up. It was given to him after he successfully completed eighth grade … Continue reading Somerlid by Paul Lamar

“You don’t need them,”my friend said. Books.Boxes and boxes, packedand carted to my smallnew house. But I might,I told her. But I do, I knew.Two long shelves of poetryunder a northern windowin the living room, everylovely line underscoredin ink by my own hand.Who knows when one ofthose will be required tosave my heart, my soul?A … Continue reading …And Read by Ruth Ann Dandrea

The Besh-Ge-Tour House of Music in my hometown held enchantment for a young girl in her early teens. The shop was medium sized but appeared smaller due to the large variety of musical instruments sprouting from every nook, cranny and useable shelf space. It was thought the owners, a middle-aged couple, had come from Germany, … Continue reading The Besh-Ge-Tour Bears by Linda Freedland

While raising our three daughters, our home was filled to overflowing with toys and dolls. Mostly dolls. As the girls grew, their interests went from Care Bears to Cabbage Patch Kids and from baby dolls to Barbie dolls. By the time the grands came along, most of the dolls had been given away, with one … Continue reading Keeping Karen by Judyann Grant

As a child, I had many friends. Some were boys and girls just like me. Riding bikes up and down our street, playing hide and seek and tag in our small neighborhood. Others were what I called knick- knacks, little china animals. The knick-knacks were my special friends. Every Christmas, Santa would leave a new … Continue reading Knick- Knack Fantasy by Mary Perrin Scott