The Gradual Bonds We Form (A Poem)

By Joyce Jacobo [Author’s Note: Friendships can develop and blossom is beautiful ways.] We began as strangers              you              and                I        joined only by the thin thread                 of a desire for affection                           to reach out and                               feel the warmth                       known to those who                         have come to share

We Went to the Game That Day & Close Avian Encounter (By Marc Stockwell-Moniz)(with a Bonus)

We Went to the Game That Day [Author’s Note: This poem/story is about my fond memories of going to a Boston Red Sox game when I was a young boy. My father pulled me out of school one day to go to an afternoon game. It’s one of the highlight snapshots of my childhood. Amazingly,