Recently, the Fifth Amherst Poetry Festival, held in tandem with the Emily Dickinson Museum, had downtown Amherst abuzz with
Sue and Glen, standing on the moving train, stood facing each other as they held a steel pole for support. Crowded with office
The traffic signal turned red. I was in the front seat. My nephew, Ron was driving towards home, thoughtful as he looked straight
In the old home, the octogenarian mother was smiling ear to ear, her toothless gums slurping over the words as she talked to her son over the phone. A colourful greeting card she held trembled, as her hand stricken with Parkinson's started to shake.
Hope this mail finds you still playing to life's songs in perfect beats. However challenging the tunes are, I know that you will bear with
Ever since I had those butterflies fluttering in my heart, I have been a member of OSLA (One Sided Lovers' Association). My one sided love affairs are with actors on the screens.
Recently, the Fifth Amherst Poetry Festival, held in tandem with the Emily Dickinson Museum, had downtown Amherst abuzz with
“No need to pay, I like you enough to give a free night,” Liz said to me.
Sue and Glen, standing on the moving train, stood facing each other as they held a steel pole for support. Crowded with office
The traffic signal turned red. I was in the front seat. My nephew, Ron was driving towards home, thoughtful as he looked straight
In the old home, the octogenarian mother was smiling ear to ear, her toothless gums slurping over the words as she talked to her son over the phone. A colourful greeting card she held trembled, as her hand stricken with Parkinson's started to shake.
Hope this mail finds you still playing to life's songs in perfect beats. However challenging the tunes are, I know that you will bear with
Ever since I had those butterflies fluttering in my heart, I have been a member of OSLA (One Sided Lovers' Association). My one sided love affairs are with actors on the screens.