by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…
By Robert E Blackwell I tentatively pedaled on a cruise As breezes blew through what was once my hair, Concerned that I would fall and make a bruise. While wobbling down the street in morning air, I thought of many things I used to do That I once took for…
