By: Barbara Mandry Howling winds, horizontal hail, heavy rain, and a husband with genuine fear in his eyes startled me at the front door of our tiny upstairs apartment. We were both already irritated because the power had just literally left us in the dark right before the dramatic conclusion of a suspenseful television program. It was about 9:45 p.m. …
By Kandy Persall Old Man Winter has his place. He brings us holidays, vacations and our anniversary. Blankets of snow and crystals of ice are beautiful, but after a while, we are ready for spring. There is a larger purpose for winter. It’s necessary for growth. Winter is an ugly time for most trees. They shed their leaves and reveal …
The world is an ocean, Our soul is a ship. Controlling the weather Is ne’er in our grip. Our past ‘round us blowing A fierce gale of hate The memories – a whirlpool – We sink with their weight. To bridle the outward Is not in our hands To do so is pointless Like counting the sands. …
