A poem
We sat on the grimey stairs and looked out into the inky night. The air is quiet, almost…
Our lifeand mindshapedin unison,soaking the mindfulnessand mindlessnessaround us.
Barbara was hiding. From her husband. With two children. In a duplex on the edge…
Glassywater
A Sijo
Reflections on Not Losing Hope
Sweet Smilehelping handsharing shelter and foodspreading happiness and positive attitude, paying a true contribution…
in a shaky building
As the chrysalisseems quite cagey to the worm,blind to its future–So I say to my own gods,“This…
