How did I end up here?

A bare-chested man flashed me a peace sign while his lady friend bounced to jams. Ears plugged with song, an older lady, shuffling along with her best friend, missed my hello. His rhythmic feet pounding the pavement, smiles exchanged between a fit man and me. A slow-moving goose didn’t seem to mind my following – …

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Poet Spotlight and Poetry Conference

"Letters Change Hearts" by Vicki H. I am a habitual letter (note/card) writer I, too, love the tactile             connection between the             recipient and me… a thank you note for a kindness received, a sorrow shared, a memory restored             from years ago             or yesterday’s lunch a birthday note on a funny card             to remind the friend …

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His Letters are Treasures

I am trying to not cry on his letters and war artifacts, but my tears I can’t hold back. I’ve returned to a project I started before beginning my blog – reading my grandfather’s WWII letters. Inspired to do so after publishing my post, “My Last Stamp,” which has put me on a one-letter-a-week writing …

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DNA and Distant Cousins

I didn’t think I cared. I resisted my daughter’s request for several years. A few months ago, I caved. I finally agreed to spit in a cup and offer my DNA up. For my daughter. For my misfit feelings about my desert dwellings. For curiosity’s sake. For research. For what it’s worth. The findings were …

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you have arrived

You made it! (I am elated) I hope you brought your appetite! Let me look at you. Oh, what a beautiful sight! Let me take your bag. Hope it's light to carry and free of worries. Have a seat, next to my orange tree, under swaying bulbs burst from flowers, fragrant. There’s a chill in …

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from the Trail

morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …

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