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A Birthday Gift

by Christine Magee

She wanted to turn around and walk back to the time she first said yes instead of no, smiled crooked smiles and spoke in opposites so that true ... Read more

Filed under aging, birthday.

A Missing Child

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

mother holding baby

Unique A creation like no other perfect made A snowflake fresh fallen gently held still in her palm Disappeared melted to a single tear a mother ... Read more

Filed under children, grief & sadness, motherhood.

A Woman Who Can Tell

by Susan Dane Setin

A woman who can tell her true age can do anything. But there is more: to find home in the silent house, to not fear the mirror, to make love in the ... Read more

Filed under being female, loving yourself.

Always

by Christine Magee

She sat sewing on the verandah not alone; in those days a chaperone was present at all stages of courtship, from the early mating display to the ... Read more

Filed under love.

An Angel’s Heart

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

Have you seen the Angel, with pure white softened wings? Watched her dance among the clouds or heard the song she sings? Her words will sing of ... Read more

Filed under angels, spirit.

An Early Winter

by Christine Magee

dry leaves

You've survived the dying of a womb and the severance of four cords, cool summers and pale autumns, and now, as I wipe the ravages of time dripping ... Read more

Filed under aging, family, mother.

An Evening of Childhood

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

An apricot pudding hissed through a steaming cloth while my brothers and I played planets with the contents of the fruit bowl on the kitchen ... Read more

Filed under family, home, simple pleasures.

Another Year

by Christine Magee

lady in blue

I have smiled at all the right times, a broad smile, not clipped, and my jaw aches; but my heart aches more. This is another year of loving you, of ... Read more

Filed under grief & sadness, love lost.

Asi se Baila (That’s Dancing)

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

A night that brings, Flamenco strings, Of rhythmic home-bred Gypsy kings, About the scent' of lemon groves, Paellas steam on village stoves Hemlines ... Read more

Filed under dancing, music.

At the Pier

by Tom Schmidt

What hidden treasures have we yet to hunt down as we travel hand-in-hand through this lakeshore town Ice cream parlors from times long ago long ... Read more

Filed under love.

Bad Timing

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

a black heart

You'll find no shelter in this heart A house untidy kept Where blood flows free like hapless tears That once rebuffed old lovers wept. My soul its ... Read more

Filed under love lost.

Beautiful Soul

by Christine Magee

saucy girl

I watched her stand with hands on hips, her grey eyes wide and nostrils flaring, indignant look on her pretty face, pouting lips mouthing words so ... Read more

Filed under daughter.

Black Man Jack

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

Upon a hill Upon a time A man of rhythm Lost his rhyme Demon people Draped in white Set a crucifix Alight Tortured screams His desperate shrill Upon ... Read more

Filed under slavery.

Blue Rain

by Christine Magee

The night is old and a yawning moon waits patiently for clandestine lovers to return to beds of stone. They sleepwalk over years, weightless, weaving ... Read more

Filed under people.

Bonds

by Christine Magee

couple walking

I'd often thought of him, no one forgets their first kiss; it leaves a permanent stain on the lips. So when he rang it took only a moment to recognise ... Read more

Filed under aging, friendship, love lost.

Carousel Dreams

by Tom Schmidt

carousel

Walking on past the crisp winter beach Ahead loomed a building well within reach Old not deserted with hints of Huck Finn We wondered what ... Read more

Filed under love, places.

Causatum

by Sharamain Sadler

unhappy girl

Your words swallow my breath creates a feeling that becomes knotted on the inside of my neck flushing the blood away until it's lost leaving my ... Read more

Filed under love lost.

Close

by Susan Dane Setin

The one she holds tonight is not the right one. She does not give herself to him even as he presses into her hesitation. This is a silent stranger who ... Read more

Filed under sex & sexuality.

Coming Home To Myself

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

What is this strange reunion, this homecoming to someone I did not know I had left? Bittersweet, it’s hard to separate the joy of returning to ... Read more

Filed under loving yourself.

Day And Night

by Susan Dane Setin

At night it seems some holy thing. Large, monolithic, as mysterious and knowing as some ancient mythology. It will plunge you into your own forbidden ... Read more

Filed under sex & sexuality.

Fingers of Gold

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

Golden fingers dance your dance; on maple and rosewood. A dance of war? A dance of love? Conquer barren ears of sterile souls. Each string quivered ... Read more

Filed under music.

Flowers Talk

by Joan Adams Burchell

I saw a country garden stretching as far as the eye could see; Woven in the landscape, coloured jewels grew naturally. Angels had kissed each ... Read more

Filed under flowers, gardens.

Fusion

by Christine Magee

He calls himself selfish when he steals air from my lungs breathing my strength in and out for his survival and I try to make him believe that his ... Read more

Filed under love, sex & sexuality.

Getting Up

by Christine Magee

Hear distant bell go back to sleep on the surface not too deep Fight all thoughts give a deep groan Carpe diem? Painful moan Peel open eyelids unfold ... Read more

Filed under life.

Going

by Susan Dane Setin

melting face

You needn't stay my darling. Love, like trees, marks time in rings. A petal falls in a silent dusk. Nostalgia wells for the gone by. Even as we live ... Read more

Filed under love lost.

Help Yourself to Happiness

by Helen Steiner Rice

be happy

Everybody, everywhere seeks happiness, it's true, But finding it and keeping it seem difficult to do. Difficult because we think that happiness is ... Read more

Filed under happiness.

His Grief

by Christine Magee

When I was told she was gone I was stunned into silence, but it was only a moment before I let it escape; the weeping and wailing that was dammed in ... Read more

Filed under death, father, mother.

How We Didn’t Tell Her

by Sandra M. Gilbert

fractured woman

that the housekeeper said that the gardener said that someone named Jean or Jeannie or Jenny who was his friend or maybe his boss had said ... Read more

Filed under death, grief & sadness.

It Could Have Been Me

by Christine Magee

I was the one who noticed him first, We were strolling along, just talking; Of course we had good reason to stare, The crab like way he was ... Read more

Filed under compassion, illness, poverty.

La Haine

by Susan Dane Setin

dark, misty scene

It starts as a small little thing, indignation at a trespass, anger, having been wronged. It grows into a flag, parading first down small ... Read more

Filed under anger, hate.

Labor Night

by Susan Dane Setin

pregnant female

Her world is upside down, waiting for the baby. She paces in the night and sleeps the day. She has cleaned every corner of the house, rearranged ... Read more

Filed under motherhood.

Medicine Wheel

by Paul Allen Bruce

The doctor gave me my ticket and I had my grandson drive me to the bus station didn't need a book to read just long hazy naps with the sun on my face ... Read more

Filed under Native American.

Moonlight Encounters

by Tom Schmidt

We live in two worlds, Some would say, not far apart Each star shining brightly in the sky above As evening approaches with her cerulean hues Our ... Read more

Filed under love.

Mountain Friends

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

There was a picture upon the gallery wall that critics met with silent tongue. Children paused in comfort, while people gazed where love had long ... Read more

Filed under mountains.

Native Ground

by Susan Dane Setin

It is embarrassing for a girl from Connecticut, raised properly in a proper Christian home, with a good suburban education, to find sex and speak ... Read more

Filed under sex & sexuality.

Nebraska (Acrostic)

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

Nearer wish my Eyes could be to Beauty's rare Reality Across the wide and open Sea resides a Kindred friend Adored by me Copyright © 2002 Terry ... Read more

Filed under friendship, places.

New Sea

by Susan Dane Setin

She has watched herself move beyond sad into the realm of desperation, where her need snarls against his. She has moved beyond remembering her former ... Read more

Filed under life.

Night Tears

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

There is a crying that happens at night that does not come while the light is with us. There are things that cannot be evaded once the sun goes ... Read more

Filed under grief & sadness.

No Victory

by Terry Stephen Driscoll

With the dawn in retreat as the sun kissed her skin, the soldier of love spoke of conflict within. Of songs discontented mistaken in tune, a universe ... Read more

Filed under love lost.

Oatmeal

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It's hard not to think of you as I stand at the stove stirring oatmeal looking out over the lake. The morning sun touches the water rippled by the ... Read more

Filed under marriage.

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Inspiration for the Spirit is all about love—not only romantic love, but also love for our fellow man, loving life and its many wonders and, most importantly, the love of self that comes when you are truly content with the person you are ... Read more
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In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. —Buddha
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