Time A fine Line here a few Grays there the Mind ensconced in a failing ship A dirge played by every Joint Hope and Dreams endlessly tumbling out of reach as Responsibilities tangle under the surface Opportunities sink in the muck The inverse between  Youth and  Value still clinging to what we once were TheContinue reading “Time”


Last Words — Heartland Society of Women Writers

By Jill Robinson You’re so beautiful: The last words he ever spoke to her, not that he knew who she was anymore.  As his memories slowly dispersed, like dandelion seeds in a soft summer breeze, his love for her remained.  The young child she brought to visit, snow white hair and deep blue eyes, almost familiar, a vision in […]Continue reading “Last Words — Heartland Society of Women Writers”