Ribbons Spring/Summer 2018 (Page 44)
my grandparents
would stop by
bring me treats and presents . . .
surprise visits
don't happen anymore
Frogpond Spring/Summer 2018 (Page 45)
roots and stump--
all that’s left
of our childhood treehouse
My first publication in both of these journals.
Ribbons Spring/Summer 2018 (Page 44) my grandparents would stop by bring me treats and presents . . . surprise visits don't happen anymore Frogpond Spring/Summer 2018 (Page 45) roots and stump-- all that’s left of our childhood treehouse
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oceans apart and somewhere in between wave after wave that sweep my feet at different times in my life http://www.nahaiwrimo.com/home/meet-the-prompters/roy-kindelberger
I'm the daily prompter for July. I'm really enjoying this! https://coloradoboulevard.net/poetry-corner-how-music-saves-us/
Healing He sat at his keyboard. It’s set to Fender Rhodes. Because he likes that sound. He really didn’t know how to play. Yet he’d created the first notes to a song. His song. It echoes through his head. Like a song created over forty years ago. A song that eventually played for twenty-six minutes. A song that started with a single note. in his forties he left his old life and started again the healing begins when he lets it |
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