They Are Seen By Me

By Jim Bates I really do see them, The souls of my dear loved ones, In the form of fluttering butterflies, Dancing across a sunny summer sky, Or in the colorful flowers blooming, Along the paths we walk, The roads less traveled. I see them dipping and diving, Like gulls and terns, Flying free and … Continue reading They Are Seen By Me

The Trench Coat

By Nancy Lou Henderson Hanging on a new hook now, but what the existence I have had. My first owner was a man.  After purchasing me, for some reason, the man took me to a tailor then instructed the tailor to add a secret pocket in my lining.  At different times, strange items hid in … Continue reading The Trench Coat