Julia: Because I’m Me - a celebration of being
Because I’m me, I get to feel the thunder,
and see how life expands inside a bloom.
Because I’m me I dare to touch the sunset,
and walk at ease under a silver moon.
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Julia: Softness - a prose poem about cats
Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.
Barry: Summer Rain - excerpt from the novel A Year and A Day
As if waiting for a sign, the clouds gathered over the horizon. Jal looked at them and allowed a second tear to fall. Deafening thunder shook the heavens, echoing between the old stone walls before it retreated in a low rumble. Another tear flowed down Jal’s cheek. That’s when the rain started.
Eliza: Beginning Alchemy - a poem about life’s transformations
A treasure of perfume surrounds me.
I'm poised to fill little thimbles with happiness essence: the smaller than fingertips whimsical toys, all doors making way for the memories' entrance.
Jessica: On Being Here - a poem about everyday magic
Believe or not, call truth or doubt, to me that’s all ok.
My soles wore out the silver dust along the winding way.
I’m making ways, I’m dreaming dreams, I cast all qualms aside
While I’m still here, while I breathe air, while I am lived by life.