The Beacon

2022-12-31T17:45:09-08:00

(A poem for Mother’s Day) Flutters of life which flit in the womb The buying of onesies & preparing the room Dreams of the moment the infant is born Announcements & photos you’ll surely adorn [...]

The Beacon2022-12-31T17:45:09-08:00

HELLP. Me.

2022-12-31T17:52:07-08:00

My slippered feet slowly shuffled across the carpet. The pencil in my right hand rapidly beat a tiny invisible drum in the air. Sunlight streamed in the window, and I waddled over to adjust the [...]

HELLP. Me.2022-12-31T17:52:07-08:00
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