by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…
By Adiela Akoo I am a flower that bloomsPerfume filtering the airI am a veiled mysteryTo hearts that don’t understandAnd eyes that cannot yet seeI am a reflectionI am a teacherI am a lessonI am the yang and the yinI am the quiet voice amidst the dinI am a stranger,…
By Adiela Akoo When it rains, it pours!! These last few days epitomized this, with no less than four family members being rushed to the hospital, two requiring urgent operations! The usually effervescent energy of the family chat group quickly shifted to a somberness that weighed heavily on the chest,…