Sounderella

I always wanted someone to steal me away on a grand sailboat to a tropical isle, with palms and a turquoise bay, or in a plane over lofty peaks to wildflower meadows where butterflies play.   I longed to leave my desert the pain of this anvil heart the boredom of...

Run! Run to the Inner Window!

Please enjoy this poem by JoHanna Hartwig. Window Oh sweet one, why do you wander aimlessly in the darkness through the rooms of your mind?   Do you not see the glimpses of Light from the Sun’s porch?   Why continue to shuffle from side to side in a ballroom...