“Garden view.”

By Nardine Sanderson When the silence calls in the form of tears And the look that you now call the years Is worn upon that timely face, hidden smiles for life's embrace Shall the tears be joy or sorrow, when you meet the Lord to borrow A lasting breath but one Last kiss, In all … Continue reading “Garden view.”

“Angel”

By Joan McNerney I want to make an angel in the snow though I am old for that sort of thing. That is something I have never done.  A woman from Vermont told me about it. Nobody made slush angels in Brooklyn…unheard of… with no meadows to angel in. We just threw hard packed snowballs … Continue reading “Angel”