Rivers By Kitty Riley Silver ribbons tie the land togetherRushing, roaming, wandering,Always traveling To another placePassing fields and animals,People and mountainsCarrying life and sustenanceAlong the waySometimes raging, Sometimes trickling,Sometimes harming,Sometimes curingBut always traveling To another placeThese silver ribbonsThat tie the land together Scene Eight By Don Marlin I didn’t miss the cat as much as Mary did. Old […]
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Scene Seven By Don Marlin Richard and Sally didn’t return the phone call for over an hour. It was probably a good time to have more coffee, lunch, sugar and a circling of each respective wagon train in the two states. I continued to ponder the problem of why this one-way portal was present, and […]
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As We Age By Linda HelmichMarch 16, 2024 Hours and days were slow to passWhen I was just a young sweet lassBut now the months go swiftly byAnd even years do seem to flyTime it seems is quite like plastic,Firm at times, but then elasticWaiting makes it seem too longShortening when my timing’s wrong,Dear me, […]
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Scene Five By Don Marlin Sally had taken off to class when the phone rang at their house. Richard was off today as music usually was taught in the county on Monday, Wednesday and Friday leaving Tuesday and Thursday for preparing test questions, music theory lectures, and the occasional spot tests on French horn scales. […]
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Scene four By Don Marlin The cobalt blue glow over the 25-watt yellow light was still there. Mary grabbed my right arm, and I almost came unglued again from the bike wreck pain but wanted her to hold me at the same time. The slow approach to George II felt to me like M. Night […]
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Scene twoBy Don Marlin Richard and Sally had the ideal setting for raising a family and growing their careers outside of Somers, Connecticut. Sally taught English at a local middle school five minutes from the house with only eighteen kids in each of the four grades of classes. Richard was content with a commute of […]