I was browsing through my Writing directory and came across a folder I totally forgot about, called Poems 2000. These are poems I wrote around the year 2000 and after reading a few, I decided to review them and perhaps … Continue reading →
Mother nearing ninety winds the old clock pulling the chains dangling from the wooden case. Time stored in her flesh and bones seeps through her hands. I listen to each shallow breath, feel the faint trembling of her arm … Continue reading →
Sunday Morning in Santa Monica (From Path of Fire, 2002) A bus stops, doors open and close,then roars on, trailing a cloud of black smoke.A young man leans his head against the window pane. Next to a shopping cart stuffed … Continue reading →
Every once in a while, I come across a work of literature, which is not only fascinating, entertaining, and moving, but which touches me on a deeper level. The Brevity of Roses by Linda Cassidy Lewis is one of those … Continue reading →
