The First Date

By Ruby Pressman As we walked in to the Little Mexican Kitchen on Main Street, I leaned in to open the door, but Joel opened it for me, and I said, “Thank you!”, revealing my blue turquoise bracelet with crosses on it. I thought this might bother him, but he didn’t say anything. “No problem,” … Continue reading The First Date

Poems by John Grey

GUITAR   The oldest, dearest friend I have and yet there's never been a poem about you, my precious guitar of steel on spruce and melancholy sweet tone.   I rest you on my lap so you can play for me, touch your frets, your strings lightly like tapping in a combination number that will … Continue reading Poems by John Grey