Author: Ritu Anand
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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 ... -
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The radiance on his face
The radiance on his face shows all. His folded hands say all. He won all negotiations with the One. While alive, he meditated and ... -
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Picking Up Her Broken Pieces
In a faraway land called Afghanistan, I hear her break his wine goblet, shattering the bowl to tiny bits. Bouncing, ricocheting off surfaces, broken ... -
The Plight of Motherhood
She gave her birth, breathed life into her. Fed, caressed, soothed, punished. Comforted again. She got her to believe in all things unreal or ... -
“The Queen of Imagination”
The Chameleon says to her Mom, “I want to be many creatures and do many things, all at once.” Mom tells her she cannot ... -
O glorious sun
O GLORIOUS SUN My skin feels cool, but it misses your warmth. Branches sway, but still wish to revel in your heat. Leaves flit ...
