Time

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 The

I’m Here Now

A Walk in the Woods

Empty, past sad and lonely.  My thoughts silenced, no energy to compose.  Head quiet while walking in the shadows.  The cottonwood puffs drift by soundless, play some music to fill the space within.  People pass by unaware of the void inside.  A break in the trees ahead, sunbeams fighting through.  Do I try to walk

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 […]