Barb Whitmarsh Bayou City 2 Branch, Texas Someone told me that it was easy To write a bad poem but I believe in the magnitude of words Felt ... Read more
Susan Bassler Pickford Member-at-large, Portland, Maine Turn: Middle English; partly from Old English tyrnan and turnian to turn, from Medieval Latin tornare, from Latin, to turn on a lathe, ... Read more
Karen L. Kirshner Long Island Branch, New York We pay for the choices we made in youth, actions stemming from a presumption of immortality, which, once played become crimes ... Read more
Scottie E. McDaniell Member-at-large Today as I walked through a parking lot I gazed at the people I passed, but not one fixed his or her eyes upon me ... Read more
Janet Fagal Central New York Branch My grandparents’ summer place, country kitchen with green cast iron cookstove. Pantry room to right of sink unit. A tableau to explore. ... Read more
Mary Patricia Canes Alexandria Branch Lilacs bloomed full purple near Grandma’s open window in her farmhouse kitchen where she made strong tea and apple pie. Her lilting voice, singing, ... Read more
Laurel Jean Becker Denver Branch The burgundy candle supports you. You run the length of its solid core, extending out from one end, dependent and vulnerable. If you were ... Read more
Donna Bruno Ft. Lauderdale Branch The satin sheen of Great-grandmother’s table Duncan-Phyffe mahogany gives testament to generations before me who dutifully polished it with elbow-grease to enhance its lustrous ... Read more
Barb Whitmarsh Bayou City Branch, Texas There I sit Done with trees Their rugged hide Their fallen leaves Ended the garden At mid-lawn With vibrant roses And firethorn ... Read more