by James B. Nicola I heard my mother’s voice today. Thanksgiving weekend. Ten years this January. My nephew played a very loving voice mail message from her he has kept on his cell phone ten years. My brother said he has kept three such messages. My nephew said he had another one and wept awhile. It made…
by Margarita Acevedo In the dark night glinting chimes dance With the singing wind, bathed in eerie moonlight The gentle whispers of the dry branches murmur their delight, Swaying to the lyrical song. The quiet house sighs in awe of the strange Hypnotic dance. The…
