[tabby title="Poem"] She walks with gentle, measured feet,Where memories and mornings meet. Her silver hair, a quiet crown,Holds stories no time can weigh down. Her hands, though lined by passing years,Have dried a thousand silent tears. They built, they healed,...

[tabby title="Poem"] this virus is a ragaa circle that keeps turningwithout pause all around, only paineach wavenudges me further down alonefighting for breathi’m going underin the surf of hell each morningi wake with a small hopetucked somewhere in the chestand...

[tabby title="Poem"] blossoms on black treesquiet place for springfor my refreshment sipping teaunder the spring moonscent of blossoms magpie shadowwith rhythm of the springon my wheelchair blossom treesI need mylife again spring fallseveryday little moregod’s love spring endmagpie announcessong of...

[tabby title="Poem"] There is determination in her very walk,Courage sparkles in her gaze.Though she may appear silent,Within her surges a power that can move mountains. Fear is not a chain at her feet,Challenges turn into steps she climbs.Against a world...

[tabby title="Poem"] Somebody rings the bell,Shouting loud and long. I open up the door,Trouble is standing strong. Aunty says, “My milk is gone,”Her little dog barks loudly. I say, “This noise is trouble,”She blames me, angry and proud. “You torture...