Will I find you in Grandby? If I join my breath in carefree abandon, merge with the wind and let it carry my spirit across land and water, silent breath across the grasses, bowing at our passage. Will I find you in Grandby? Are you there, waiting for me to join hands with you, riding wild spirit horses ...
As Spring folds into Summer, we would like to announce and congratulate
the winners of our Spring Writing Contest for 2010. We received great
submissions from everyone this season and all are worth enjoying. Yet
again, it's tough narrowing the entries down to three ...
She wears pretty shoes and designer jewelry, and smiles when I compliment her on them. I always wear yellow and I smile when she says yellow is the color of hope. Over the past year and a half she has always been up front with the diagnosis. “You, Lynda, have colorectal cancer, level 4, and you are ...
I feel the white whispers rub against my face-each like a whisper of someone you never knew. Telling me their stories one by one-each rushing at me through the wind, trying to give me their story first. Their triumphs. Their failures, they caress against my icy face and I take them in-one by one, I read their ...
My beach is clean again. Almost virgin, just like it was before, with misty salt spray air and drying seaweed raked in neat little tide line rows along its sandy, shell strewn shore. I love my beach here in Humboldt Bay along King Salmon Point. It’s “my beach” by virtue of daily walks along its sandy shore as I listen to ...
Why do you look at me that way?
A message came
Walking A Dark Road
Warm.
As I weep with sobs so deep