Minister’s Wife - Part 2 by Diane Height
I have a story to tell you. One I never wanted anyone to hear.
Archive for the ‘Journeys (Jan/Feb 2009)’ Category
Welcome to Wales by Philippa Bower
Marylou’s ears started to hurt; the plane must be starting its descent. She unwrapped a piece of gum and started to chew, she didn’t like the habit but she had read somewhere that chewing gum helped ease the pressure. He would be waiting for her when she landed. The thought made her nervous and she […]
The Woman Within Me by Theresa C. Newbill
I knew a woman who used to hold up pictures
with piano wire, indifferent to the dust that
settled around the edges, where sunlight beat
on the glass through open windows.
A Crew of One by Christy Effinger
And yet, what strange relief, to see
nothing but darkness in the rearview mirror.
A White Morning by Theresa C. Newbill
A white morning surrounds each image in my mind
mentally converting the red sun into dripping paint,
black blood becomes the euphemism for inspiration
yet I am still stung by the green odor of gardens.
Intertwine freeway, sand colored journey under the
guise of a blue sky, you humble me with gratitude then
explode in my face. Pink mountains, torn calla […]
The singing road by Anne Brooke
The road is singing again. Beth can hear it as she washes up her husband’s breakfast crockery at the kitchen sink. It’s a whisper in her head, something like the memory of a perfume she once wore.
The Apex by Theresa C. Newbill
Microbes joined the pull of water
over a restless lake, slowly whirling
into the secular air, hungry for its
pure smell.
The Old Woman Who Communes With Trees by Bev Hamel
A stony path leads me to the fork where the River Thames meets the River Cherwell.
The trees come alive, spread their foliage and shadow the early afternoon sun. I stop by the bend and sit down beneath a young willow tree as clouds begin to roll in.
Some Long-Forgotten Jungle by Jessica Lavadour
The sound of morning creeping through my bedroom windows and slowly by-passing my curtains, sweetly awakes me. It spills out onto a blond wood floor and climbs my mahogany bedposts then cascades over a deep red comforter. It falls back onto the floor, covering your footsteps from the night before.
Girl on the Move by Kim Townsel
His Clark Kent couldn’t Superman her.
He found her glossy stupor ran her.
Her fears enslave her.
Somebody save her.
Child Is by Caroline Skanne
Always missed,
Travelling back
To lost time
Barefoot,
And vulnerable
The Beat Goes On by Cara Lyne Ann Frame
So, you think that soulful Jazz has ended
Minister’s Wife - Part 1 by Diane Height
The trees sway like dancers, casting eerie shadows like monstrous figures calling me to join them.
Private Journey by Shelly Wiseberg
Private journey
Internal path
Gateway to knowledge
Spiritual road
What Mothers Teach by Trace Sheridan
I grab the phone just as it buzzes to hear my daughter crying hysterically.
After Shocks Of The Full Moon by Pat West
Monthly I cycle, crave food, indulge a feeding frenzy,
still feel starved. Hormones hang heavy upside down
like stalactites.
17 Days by Kriestienn M De Bruyne
There’s no way to describe how I’m feeling now,
Just that my heart is broken.
I Get to Snoring by Helen Krieger
There was a storm during my first flight, so strong it actually made me sick, which is hard to do. I was almost home now, but as I boarded the plane for the second time, my stomach felt like it was floating.
Notes & Scribbles by Pat West
you drive the wrong way
down a one way street
travel highways
with no mile markers
Switchbacks by Patricia Wellingham-Jones
Switchbacks
force us to look back
at where we have been
If clocks could talk by Danielle Jackson
It’s funny,
the older I get
the more I check the time.
Can a Midwest Girl Go South? by Sarah McArdle
I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M MOVING AWAY FROM HOME! Why must I be captivated by a tattoo covered man who thinks the only thing decent about the Midwest is the St. Louis Cardinals?
Abandoned Railroads by Patricia Wellingham-Jones
The lost wail of a whistle
eases over wild poppies,
rank grass between tracks.
Back to Jupiter by Elizabeth O’Reilly
Long car rides quiet the internal chatter. The unopened e-mails and unreturned phone messages slip from memory at the interstate on-ramp. These long trips often put you in the car at atypical times, when NPR is playing Wagner operas, prompting you to surf the stations and find that you still know the words to a song you haven’t heard in ten years.
Along the Way by Penny Luker
Along the way I fell in love
and although you’re not here
our journey’s been so special
and in my heart you’re near.
Finding My Way Across L.A. by Pat West
Summer of ’63 I took the red eye
out of O’Hare, arrived back at LAX
without a clue that city buses didn’t
connect that time of night.
Empty Chair by Nancy Lee Shrader
They are in heaven
Way past the sky
Laughing and playing
Under God’s watchful eye
Musings by Silvi Saxena
Every Monday morning the man in the blue hat walks past our window. I often wonder whether his hat is glued to his head, as it never blows off, even in the dire weather that we must put up with.
Treasured Memories by Penny Luker
I looked at the photograph again. It was yellowing round the edges and the image was less sharp than it used to be.
Underwater by Kathy Nguyen
You must have seen the bowl
of the sky underwater
when you dove right in
Still Rollin’ by Danielle Jackson
You need a driving license to ride my moods,
And ensure to attach an air bag just in case
I decided to crash straight into you.
Covergirl
Amanda Palmer
Amanda Palmer is probably best known as the singer/songwriter of the Dresden Dolls, but she's more than just a fantastic singer.
Man of the Moment
Gregory Page
Gregory is a musician, songwriter, and producer born in London, England to a musical family.
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