(hour 18) By Sandy Lender   Like sunshine streaming through clouds …after forty days of torrential storm   Like the first absence of throbbing …after the pounding, constant migraine   Like the gentle brush of butterfly wings …after fire has consumed the world around us…

“What did Santa bring you?” Asked Mommy on the phone. Her eyes were big as saucers as she looked ’round her daddy’s home. Her little heart was broken as she sobbed into the phone, “I must’ve been a bad girl, Mommy…Santa didn’t come.” “No!” Mommy…

glowing, illumine currents sway careless beauty haunting deadly sting

known movement of humanity seen in history and religions converging in cultures and governance always called in its own order   covering in the haven for continuing times seen in life history humanity learns anew cornering in the loving movement converging in the life desires…

July 4th is a lie It’s not Independence Day Until everyone is equal Your fireworks and celebration Mean nothing when there Are still kids in cages At the border So drink your beer While Flint, Michigan Still needs clean water Grill your burgers and hot…

I am not fond of air travel Airbus, Boeing, A380 or jet, How can something so heavy fly? I cannot seem to get. The take off feels like g-force the terrifying soar My palms start to sweat I tighten my jaw. My body feels fear…

It’s not the easiest thing to do No one wants to dissect themselves Nor open old wounds But in order to heal you must revisit past events Although you’ve been trying to forget And you want to keep it buried deep The pain you can’t…

pure soul desires for world in order lifting times engaging for life coverage movement seen in every human endeavors   lofty spirit for life edging out the life lessons shared anew for life converging spirit so desirous   gearing the life movement formidable unbroken spirit…

In some Native languages, the word plant translates as ‘those who take care of us’* In Welsh, the word plant itself means children Wrapped up in these words is the eternal cycle of Earth Of birth and death and rebirth Ancient secrets and forgotten truths…

When the music played and he listened, When the words came to him and he wrote, There were moments when he wanted to reach out into the darkness, And feel a familiar stranger. Write them a story about how he missed them and wanted them…