Look at your hands skilled to sew, cook, build, weed, clean strong to do what needs to be done, to fix the broken gentle enough for a baby to hold. Look at your eyes which wrinkle in sheer delight which burn with fury at injustice which glisten with proof of your gentle heart which widen …
The sky, gorged with the dust of infinite lights,for all history has hungas a canopy over every great and noble deed,a muse to the creators ofthe highest masterpieces. These glowing constellations of storied heroeshave guided men on adventuresand guided them back home. I lift my eyes to this stardust expanseand dream of the adventureI most …
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m very thankful for all of you who read this blog, especially you, Tetiana Aleksina and ashleydhansen :) As a token of my love for all of you, here’s a love-related poem I wrote a while back. I hope it gives you a chuckle!
I’m Thankful For… by Beth Wangler The breath in my lungs, The beat of my heart, The warmth of the sun When a new day starts, The cool breeze that blows, Sweet mint tea, The sunset that glows O’er a picnic by the sea, The look of wonder When a struggle is won, Peals of …
Today I interrupt your regularly scheduled programming of poetry and stories for a life update: My best friend’s baby was born!!! I can’t remember if I mentioned that I was co-planning her baby shower. It ended up being the most epic baby shower of the century (Probably. I’m not aware of any studies on the …
Sorry for the long wait! Thanks for being patient with me :) You can find previous chapters here. For a moment, Garrin was too astonished to move. That didn’t happen to him often. Actually, that had never happened to him. But crawling out of a black cave into a world aglow with color—that was …
Find previous chapters here. Two days. Her birthday was in two days. Little was left of this day. As Noemi trudged after Garrin, the low sun shone through the trees ahead of them. She had to squint to make out the space in front of her through the glare. Little was left of today. Tomorrow, …
Perfect Love by Beth Wangler So this is what they mean By perfect love that casts out fear: Your face I’ve never seen, But still I know that You are near. Your presence makes me bold To take the risks I’d never dare If I were young or old. Your favor frees me from all …
On my drive to work, I get a brief glimpse of the ocean. Today it featured an armada of dark rain clouds sailing in. In a sudden thrill of excitement, I wrote a couple of love poems to rain, beloved rain, and here is one of them for your enjoyment. Rescue A drought year, a …
In a couple of days, I graduate, and a few days after that, I start my first full-time job. It’s an office job, a “real,” nine-to-five job. Everyone keeps asking, “What are your plans for life? Where do you want to be in five years, ten years? What are your goals?” I guess this is …