Author: Ritu Anand
Three Generations Lived Together As One
Three generations lived together under one roof as one. Then the youngest challenged the ways of the oldest. They reached no reconciliation. So, they ...As Rain Drip Drops
As rain drip drops in the woods, it fills my vessel. Nourishing leaves and roots, the pitter patter talks to me. And arouses sweet ...Shivering Leaves
Shivering Leaves, forced by the power of the wind, form a circle. Threatened, the need for circle time has never been greater; the need ...Pursing Secrets
Pursing secrets, they lay their purple bed along the fringes of Mother Earth’s luscious lips – a cover up. Well below, in the magma ...Burying her… alive?
Burying her… alive? But she’s a seed. Bound to sprout. And grow – on you too.I want to fly
I want to fly like a bird above the clouds, behind the rising fog and not be seen. Had I known what being seen ...Where is my wife Stacey?
February 1, 2023 at 9 a.m. “Where is my wife Stacey?” asks John. Answer: “Stacey is out shopping. You are spending the day with ...I’m going with the wave
I’m going with the wave, to a place that may replace or erase, fill the void, And refill my glass. The quiet may confuse ...
