A World To Be Seen
Poem Filtered lens Blinding peace and simplicity Could it be possible To feel it richer, deeper More authentic, open and free A window covered With thoughts, things to do Busy narrow worry Wiping it...
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One Day Last Week
Poem you are the warmth in my heart that melted the glass that pierced the veil that covered my widowed heart as the their freed withholdings fell down from the counter like waterfalls...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—Vermont Country Fair (indoors)
The kettle-corn maker stands outside the Meeting House. I catch a glimpse of vendors inside. People pour in and out. We pass through the Welcome sign to the Village Center and continue up the...
In Search of Their Favorite Place
Short Story It was just the beginning. A new weekend filled with possibility had finally arrived. Hope fluttered in their hearts. This was finally their chance to go to their favorite place, a...
Missing Mohammed
Short Moral Stories For as long as the boy could remember, his father had taken him to the deli on Sunday mornings. “Two smoked salmon on everything bagels with cream cheese, please!” he would...
My Soul Grew Stronger
Short Story As I rode my grey stallion over the sweeping valleys surrounding my kingdom, I came across the morning sun. The penetrating rays shone over the misty lowlands, filling both the skies...
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—the Hike
The shuttle bus pulls into a parking lot for the Long Trail somewhere out of Johnston. We stretch, introduce ourselves and set off. Pat sets a pace we weren’t used to. The forest closes...
The Gone Man
Pieces of wind are falling down on this sunny day. It doesn’t matter if the light is getting cold. You are by my side. The gone man is passing by, searching for his mouth....
