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 Sheree La Puma To my estranged daughter in wake of the recent tragedies in California New Moon in Scorpio. 12 people shot. Dead, College Night, Wednesday. Malibu burning. Ash like a blanket. Black, my mood. Everyone, for themselves. You come at me like a stranger, or don’t come at…