The Glass Platform ⟿
Julie Marriyanna smiled as she placed her journal in a bright green waterproof bag; It was the last essential item on her packing… Read More »The Glass Platform ⟿
Janet Akselrud
I see a star, I hear a cricket
through each tiptoed step, green grass lightly tickles. Phone left behind, I wander freely. In the dark the lamp by 3N illuminates Monsieur Swan: silver… Read More »I see a star, I hear a cricket
Stars twinkle overhead
a chorus of crickets plays beneath my feet the end of summer air surrounds like a never ending warm embrace slow steps unknowingly guide toward… Read More »Stars twinkle overhead
