Poetry

French Toast

It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast

Guest Writers

Steve North

Steve North These author questions and answers have been a great source of inspiration to me. In the answers, there is a sort of confirmation, to roll with what ever is going on in my head when creativity is concerned. MAURIA presents images of a society divided. One depending on the other and maybe a communion… Continue reading Steve North

Poetry

I Am an Old Woman

  Old woman close your eyes. Do not look and try not to cry, as they rationalize.. Your right to work, Your right to vote, Your right to choose Your right to say no! Your right to fight. We've sat on juries and heard both sides. It may be over looked but not always our right. Until 1971 a… Continue reading I Am an Old Woman

Writings

EXODUS

Perhaps it is time to give lady liberty back?   With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" When my ancestors made their way to… Continue reading EXODUS

Writings

Paint Your Patriotism

I am numb where patriotism is concerned and I hope this feeling subsides. For awhile I stopped expressing my opinion about the election. Of course I've known all along I live among conservatives. However, I guess I really did not understand the severity of standing up and speaking out for human rights. In my mind's eye, I… Continue reading Paint Your Patriotism