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“Why is it this way, Mama?” The woman let the small hoe drop from her hand. She straightened, hands over the small of her back, achy from the bending. The plot was spare, and the harshness of many a hard … Continue reading
Frozen faces? Don’t mistake them for stones They are the faces of humanity They tell the untold misery. Sunburnt and sunken? Don’t judge their color They are unsung heroes Tortured souls who refused to give up. Continue reading at Emotional … Continue reading
In the days of old they’d walk out on the water at high tide, appearing to float atop the waves. It was a sign of trust. Also of recognition. For they’d come from the water, after all. Their bodies might … Continue reading
“There’s a hole in the sky,” the child’s voice rose then hushed in part-fear, part-wonder. “Indeed there is,” his father nodded. The boy flicked his eyes away from the luminescent heavens just long enough to discern that his father wasn’t … Continue reading
The weather was perfect. The hike had been pleasant. They stopped for a picnic on the bank of the stream as it rushed toward the waterfall. The normally bubbling brook was swollen with recent rains. The white water speeding down … Continue reading
Beneath the surface Few will look or care to see Hidden stars shining It has been there for months, part of the structure of a garden I see every day. It was the rain, darkening the fibres, that showed me … Continue reading
We were out before daylight again, the dog and I. In spite f the storms, wind and rain, there are daffodils in flower and everywhere there are signs of spring. While the human half of this pre-dawn duo cowered gratefully … Continue reading