This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….
Each day and each moment offers us an opportunity to make a difference. To touch a life and…
As I look back over my life, the questions haunt me, ‘have I succeeded?’ and ‘how do you…
Hope, is no small thing. The sun spreads its warmth and light on everyone, the good and bad….
the summer solstice disturbs my soul raining sunshine from dawn to dusk even hidden behind the cloak of…
We all have loose threads from our youth. The joys and sorrows, the love and pain of every…
