by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide

Observations on life by Marie Noelle Duquette
by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
by Marie Duquette Dear God, Remember when I prayed to you for the family who had gathered to write victim statements for the judge during
by Donna Petraits I want to tell you about when the virus came. “Was it hard?” you ask. Yes. Yes, because we couldn’t be free
by Laura Martin This poem was written to those who grieve…. Who knows its places and folds, its invitations and its breaking, its memory and