
When the anesthesia mask is tightened,
I won’t think of scalpels.
No, sir.
I’ll remember the way wildflowers dance,
humming with honeybees.
Yes, ma’am. Continue reading

When the anesthesia mask is tightened,
I won’t think of scalpels.
No, sir.
I’ll remember the way wildflowers dance,
humming with honeybees.
Yes, ma’am. Continue reading

so many thoughts
plentiful as lilac petals,
trumpeting ideas
sweet-smelling, unfinished,
blurry and chaotic
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

To my daughter,
dazzling as a unicorn,
ten just now,
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June Song
–by Irene Latham
Let me be sun
kissing horizon each morning
warming lake
to bathwater. Continue reading

A day of cherry blossoms
hanging fragile in spring sunshine, Continue reading

I’m honored to announce that my true story, My Grandmother’s Candy Dish, was selected from thousands of submissions and published on March 20, 2018, by Chicken Soup for the Soul’s anthology, My Amazing Mom: 101 Stories of Love and Appreciation. Continue reading