by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
by Katherine Hubbard The wife lets me come here on Friday nights. The other nights are too fraught, what with the little ones and getting them in the bath and bed and stories read. And the wife, she’s a great one for sitting with a glass of wine after the…
