Gloria

It was evening when the pourthat will grow or kill a liferegarded me like a wise teacher. Tonight some life will pop up here.Tonight some life will rot down there.The…

Distinguished hearts of this planet. On behalf of the wealth and the poor, the weak and strong, the arrogant and humble, the influencers and followers, the brave and frightened, the…

Photo by author She was laughing with her head so I could not pull out her teeth. Her laughter infected whoever came near. I saw myself mirrored in her brown…

Photo by Thanks for your Like • donations welcome from Pixabay The language I writeis not my mother tongue, yetyou read my heart well. Author’s note: My mother tongue is…

Image by Pixaline from Pixabay Our twenty-first century world is overflowing with environmental issues and humanitarian crises. The air is gray with pollution. The oceans and rivers are inundated with…

Today’s prompt is to write about something that returns. This poem is about returning of the rose as a flower, metaphor, victuals, and wisdom. Today marks the end of Na/GloPoWrimo.…

I joined Letters Live in their #ReadALetter campaign by writing and reading a letter to anyone in isolation, to add a bit of sunshine in their life. The letter focus…

Photo by Manfred Richter on Pixabay Enter Walk like a tree Swaying this way that way Let not the wind carry your pride To shame

Contrary to the industry categorization of literature to define various types of fictions, including children’s books, nobody is writing for children only. As an avid reader of children’s books, I…

Photo by Cassi Josh on Unsplash Ruby sat down and stared long at the Valentine’s gift. It was not black and white.