The Power of Imagery

On an icy winter day I step out of the bank and stop fast. There in front of me shuffles my mother. I see her glossy, silver hair, red wool coat and body hunched over a walker. My heart thuds in my chest. It’s an apparition, a ghost! My mother passed away more than a...

The Stillness of Dawn

This poem by my friend JoHanna Hartwig perfectly depicts this lovely time of year. Solstice   In the sweetest hours of dawn the world hangs in perfect balance.   We dreamers on this plane tell ourselves we are awaiting the sun’s return.   But I ask… Is...