A Poem to Hope for Spring, Marcie Sims

Distraction Spring in the Northwest                                 creeps in slowly. Sun stalks the waiting buds, bursting eagerly at the first touch. Fingers of light and heat trigger bursts of color, tart yellows, juicy purples. The strawberry-sweet scent of persimmon-pink roses and sugar-sweet honeysuckle perfume the air. Then, inevitably, thoughts of you slip back into my head, …

Ilona Cole, Story 76–the last for a bit

Note: This is the last of the stories that Ilona had written for us for this little project where I posted her stories as a guest writer. If she writes any new ones, she has promised to share them with us again. So, after this, I will be posting a few poems and stories and …