For Those Who Grant the Wishes of Children (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! At this time of the year, as with throughout the year, there are so many charitable people and organizations doing their part to give those in need cheer and a better future. This poem is for them.] Let this poem become a marked tribute   for

Random Thoughts on a Lazy Autumn Afternoon (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Autumn is a sweet time, indeed–and the perfect opportunity to reflect on life.] Do you ever like to just drift away           such as on a lazy autumn afternoon   much like a boat released from an old wooden dock     and allowed to float      off down a peaceful stream     emerald green

Green — Flicker of Thoughts

Baby leaves in new springEye full of hopeThe lawn outside our pocket fenceFreshly cut grass The forest we trekked throughYour eyesThe peaceable 💚 for sins forgivenThe graveyard our love rested upon Green — Flicker of Thoughts

Composed Moment of Calmness (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Do you know that saying about “finding your happy place?” Well, I decided to take it to heart–and paper.] This evening I wrote about a young woman    worn from her exertions down in the valley            where she lived I gave her a silver bird radiant      as moonlight

Writing Better — Faith + Gratitude = Peace + Hope

I sat down at my computer to write with nothing particular on my mind. Just an exercise in making the words appear. There was an open Word document, my unpublished memoir titled Help in the Time of Schizophrenia, 248-pages needing revision and a publishing house. Honestly, I’m not sure how to go about that—the publishing. […]

The Ghost Soldier

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Another ghost tale, and this one based on experiences my mother had while in the Air Force.] My mother used to work as a nurse in the Air Force, many years ago, and early on in her career she got stationed at a base hospital overseas. Although the hospital had

A Quiet Corner of the Soul — Flowers For Socrates

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor “Silence is like a river of grace inviting us to leap unafraid into its beckoning depths. It is dark and mysterious in the waters of grace. Yet in the silent darkness, we are given new eyes.” – Macrina Wiederkehr   To read Irene’s new poem “A Quiet Corner of the Soul” […]