By: Linda M Crate there is such a peace in falling rain such a music that no human voice can dance through me, and such a joy i’ve never felt when in the sunlit rivulets full of idle conversation; some…

By: Linda M. Crate oh, let me bee, i would like to roam free through the skies pollinating flowers with the butterflies – you are sweet with your hair of goldenrod and eyes so blue, but i‘m sorry i tire…

By: Pamela Riley I remember the color of your eyes that day we drove to Calvary and how you said my smile could murder the moon. Everything I did that summer was for you – the shells rattling in old cans…