Writings & More

by Valerie Millar It was a clear, cloudless night in the late summer evening of…

by Mary Ellen Johnson (if you don’t even know what clotheslines are, better skip this)…

by William Karry Kent You color my dreams with laughter you give comfort as I…

by William Karry Kent She got the Harley and all the cash I got the…

by Vivian Sheperis You remember what it was like, being four feet tall, looking into…

by Mary Ellen Johnson My life stretches on its long course as the elongated circles…

by William Karry Kent He comes in from work all dusty and tired another day…

by Mary Ellen Johnson Excitement and reluctance glimmered ahead New job, new city, new friends,…

by Vivian Sheperis After that day I never played with dolls again. It happened in…

by Valerie Millar It was Christmas morning slow and relaxed When my four-legged children Sandy…

by Mary Ellen Johnson “I can only see 2 inches of height from y kitty…

By Mary Ellen Johnson Salt licks my faceAs I plunge into the sea,Churning waves race…