Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins.From Word Quake
~ Eileen Granfors
to split the very sea into ours and theirs. Border at the BeachAnd More White Sheets
pencils racing across paper, a sound I like. Marisol
Aw honey. Today's as important as forever. Grandpa Joe in Shave and a Haircut Flash Warden and Other Stories
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.
Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . Spring Flight
Today I will find something beautiful.Delicate pink blossoms on a cherry tree.The dove resting near the lemon buds.Sunbeams smiling from sky to earth.Smiling on me.Creating in BREATHE IN
I never tired of picturing sharks.
Step-parents, those fairy tale villains,Have been given a bad name.They're easy targets.When the family goes awryHow easy to blame them.I was blessed by the right steps...
A dog's good for filling a grief-dug hole.In the Shape of Shep
Oh, my father, such a difficult man.His world turned on his axis.From The Father Tamer in BREATHE IN
Lately, I don't talk much except to Mel. I make an exception because he has a dog.
But I see how he watches the stars,And he talks to people just because, And gee, it would be nice to have a friend.From Fated in BREATHE IN
Words become sentences, twisted, difficult/The story weaves itself, always noisiest at night/As herds of words won't stop. . . Wildebeest of Words/Breathe In
The butterflies have flown away, like my ignorance and youth.
Mama and I sat on a burping bus full of chickens in cages, and round-eyed babies on round mothers' laps. (The Pinata-Maker's Daughter)
