Dear Granma, I learned to hug from you and now hug people so well they remember my hugs with me. I am the one who gives real hugs, almost theraputic, … Continue reading Granma Hugs by Duane L Herrmann
Today is Our Anniversay by Mike Spotswood
Today is our anniversary, two hearts woven together like strands of a rope depending on each other for strength unity, and hope. This rope has been tested by the cycle … Continue reading Today is Our Anniversay by Mike Spotswood
Summer Pleasures by Duane L Herrmann
What do I look forward most about summer? It being over. And, that is a process that is not completed until mid-November. Summers in my childhood meant long hours in … Continue reading Summer Pleasures by Duane L Herrmann
Fifty-Year Honeysuckle by Kathleen McCoy
Through the open roof rain rolls off oak leaf lobes. Fifty years since she abandoned the purse she’d emptied on her way, I catch her unmistakable scent of July
I Stepped Inside By Lourdes Santiago
I stepped inside the tortured body.A hopeless soul,A nobody.But still he had the will to live,There is, he felt, more to this. His body limp, his soul had left.Of faith … Continue reading I Stepped Inside By Lourdes Santiago
My Lips Are Sealed by Duane L Herrmann
“It's a secret,” Lilybell excitedly told her best friend. “We're going to have a party for Daddy! It's a surprise. Mommy and I are going to make a special cake … Continue reading My Lips Are Sealed by Duane L Herrmann
Warm Weather Meal by Duane L Herrmann
We called it 'Summer Salad,' I don't know why we called it that, but we began making it when the weather turned warm because we sometimes ate it cold – … Continue reading Warm Weather Meal by Duane L Herrmann
The Sounds of Silence by Lourdes Santiago
This may be a title song by Simon and Garfunkel, but to me it is my writing Mantra. I’m a morning person. “Early to bed and early to rise,” that’s … Continue reading The Sounds of Silence by Lourdes Santiago
Soundtracks by Isabelle Bohl
“Swing low, sweet chariot…” Chris begins his daily practice up in the loft while I claim our one and only table downstairs and begin to write, humming. He continues to … Continue reading Soundtracks by Isabelle Bohl