The Wood
Today’s poem generated by the memories of childhood: trekking beyond our cornfield to the clearance in the woods to camp out. It was a thrill to sleep in the woods…
Month: April 2018
April Storm
Part 1: I could not see the lines on the highway but your hand pressed onto my leg fingers curling against my knee, the heat of your body fooling the…
Each Passing Moment
What is the purpose of each passing moment when all I can think about is You. The day wraps me close into her warming arms and the smile forming…
Dog Sitting
A cold kitchen (that I never knew before this weekend) and a hot cup of coffee from a mug that’s never seen my lips. A dog perched at my feet,…
Guest Post: Quandaries
Written by: Joe Powell . Joe is Babs’ Irish Twin. He is exceptionally creative, captivating, humorous, and indeed eclectic. You will see more from him, here. Enjoy his latest poem:…
App-driven Kingdom
She’s a wreck in this world an app-driven kingdom of photos to swipe left or right, saying: take me or leave me. How did you meet, a friend asks…
Guest Post: On This Road, An Original Song by Samantha Murphy
Samantha has passion. You know the type: the one who loves to love. Her heart is big and her laughter is pure magic– once she starts laughing, you’ll be naturally…
