[tabby title="Poem"] Preamble: “All the world’s a stage...” Let me be happy, Lord. Let me feel sad. Just as long as my face is lined with experience, I accept a wrinkle or a dimple. Let me live long, Mother. Let...

[tabby title="Poem"] Even in the little things they do they find joy Finding time to smile amidst all that toil Watching them makes my spirit soar higher Do you know that having all life’s riches Does not mean you get...

[tabby title="Poem"] She wakes up before dawn. Mounts her cardbox cubicle on the pavement at a street corner. It is chilly and windy. Without delay she pours cooking oil into the aluminum container perched on a three-legged stand under which...