A moment that ‘is’ may soon turn to a moment that ‘was.’ Warbler’s singing a tune. Listen ‘now,’ as she may sing a different song or not…next moment.   The Sun rays ‘re piercing through space between railings. Natural light’s causing a geometrical design of shadows on the deck. See ‘now,’ as new shapes may ...

Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors exchanged tomatoes, potatoes, and onions Milk included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors drove their cars, trucks, and trolleys ...

“Attention passengers,” the flight steward chirps through the intercom, “We’re arriving at our destination within five minutes. Each attaché case is doing well inside their compartments. Please read the step-by-step procedures on each of your screens as we descend towards the airport. We hope that you and your assistants have a wonderful time in Tinge ...

My body remains motionless as he leans in. This is it: The First Kiss After Divorce.

Trina attends an awkward dinner with her secret ex and his family that ends in a crisis for him and an epiphany for her.

I am emotionally torn todayTen years since my lady was lowered away Nostalgic memories hit meBut fears do not haunt meClouds of the past engulf meBut tears do not flood me My writing desk is in disarrayI wonderWould she approve of me today Regretful feelings within meBut fears do not consume meShadows of the future ...

We were young, still in our cocoons when we first met. Flora morphed into a beautiful butterfly, sooner than me. Her wings—the colors of fire, lit the sky. Her flutter stirred many, to reach and pocket her. But free minded, she held her own, unwilling to be caught.   With a grand vision to travel ...

Flutters fill my tummy, the same, uncontrollable butterflies that make an appearance every time he calls.

I cannot wait to fly and touch the sky Above the clouds, beside the Sun and Moon Where Stars stand straight in line and wave their “Hi!” Where Plough and Crux appear to watch me swoon   Where Birds adapt to fly beneath the sea Where Green Sea Turtle races Octopus Where Sally Lightfoot Crab ...

No, bad Anna. No picturing things that sparkle. Or flex. Or resemble any romantic kind of anything with Dylan.