Tag archive: Letting go
in the Garden of Eden,Robin Goodfellow
in seas of heaven.
If I don’t let it go, the past will not stay in the past. It will become the future.Linda Breeden
Sylvia was seven, and prepared to die.Patricia Crisafulli
Sylvia was the first to arrive, twenty-two minutes before the class was scheduled to begin. Scanning the six long tables arranged in a rectangle, she decided to take a seat in the middle along the far wall, her back to the windows overlooking the parking lot. The flyer carried in her purse calmed the buzz of fearful embarrassment that she might have arrived on the wrong day or at the wrong time.
I want to run with the sunrise,
And taste the morning in the woods
Three poems by
Lillian always said she saw something in him; “I know what you can become.”