By J. Wayne Oldroyd
I face February’s winter day.
no noon sun again today.
Looks like snow every day,
without expectations,
home I stay.
I feel like a closet hook,
carrying the weight,
of winter’ s freight,
this winter day I truly hate.
Nothing...
by Ellen Guerrero
It began with a
Cough-
One by one
Caught in
Its web.
A pool of
Despair,
Transformed into
An ocean of
Grief.
Another year
Of childhood
Changed.
Another birthday
Lost
In the monotony .
No shrieks
Of laughter,
No games
Of tag,
No jumps
In a moon bounce.
I weep for
What my children
Do not know.
They...
