By Marian Glaser © Picture Link I can’t climb trees now or run down stairs so fast it feels like floating. Jump jiving is a memory, my...

By Marian Glaser © May, 2002 Picture Link Millicent, the Persian cat, embellished her already flowered hat with another bunch of roses....

By John Morris Healy © Picture Link Tonight:- - Winter... (Cold and Locking Whatever shelter One may Happen to inhabit.) - My mind...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link PRAYER Enter a space not always there Follow a known ritual, Wait for the gift, find no trick To...

By Marian Glaser © March, 2000 Picture Link As I’m sitting here enjoying the goldfish in the pond we dug, watching our black lab chasing...

By John Morris Healy © Picture Link River bank ensconced An old man Mind encapsulated In water flow Time mantra... Two River Rats...

By Brain McClorry, SJ © Picture Link A wind buckled and cart-wheeled Cigarettes end over tip across the lawn, Downed the bowl of red...

By Monica Cleland © March 17, 2000 Picture Link The pansy lives all its life in the happiness of being. Once the glorious petals unfold,...

By Marian Glaser (April, 1996) © Picture Link 1, Picture Link 2 I sit in my wheelchair waiting for food. Bill and I sat at a wooden...

By Marian Glaser (Oct. 1998) © Picture Link I have a choice. Shall I take action, oppose this blandness I see everywhere, the muffling...

By Marian Glaser (July, 1996) © Picture Link Loving you has cleared debris blocking my internal channels preventing me remembering and...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link ...we made the mistake of toppling the Dictator without religious reforms... we needed to touch both...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link Always here and now In all the blood and mess Everyone is born - Their star holds fast Then fades...

By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link So slow in the formal garden Bemused by the usual blooms With long-life identification tags And the...

By Marian Glaser © September 2004 Pictures are original embroideries done by my mother My hospital room holds three of my mother’s many...

By Marian Glaser © September 1997 Picture Link Louise counted her blazing candles. Nine, one for each decade. Her great-grandson’s...

By Marian Glaser © November, 2004 Picture Link Stars are drowned by light, their sparks extinguished by the sun or city lights. Plunged...

By Marian Glaser © June, 1996 Picture Link June looked at her dropped book. She could reach down risking a fall or wait for help. She...

By Marian Glaser © September 2000 Picture Link As I drank my cranberry juice this morning I saw that my new two-handled cup had a picture...

By Marian Glaser, © June, 1997 Picture Link By the time James was seventeen his body was grown. His muscles bulged. His beard sprouted,...