Tagged: sunset

first love story 0


Short Story   No one ever remembers the eye color of someone they just met. They might notice it, but it never sticks. Not because it’s unmemorable, but because you’re brain isn’t trying to...

poem about loving yourself 2

Come, Let Us Love

Poem   Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...

haibun poem 1

Empty Gestures

Haibun Nothing left to offer but the rain sunset on the Ramapo Mountains not a drop falls more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Frances Gunn The Writers Manifesto