It’s a perfect day with grandkids around. Only a grandma truly loves the sound.   When one starts talking then another one too. Total mayhem what’s a grandma to do?   But don’t look stressed or confused you know. Or the kids will think,…

No where to go. No one to be. A leisurely morning with no one but me. The freedom and space for whatever I please. I might sit down at the piano and plunk on the keys. Or take a walk through the garden, spend some…

No buzzing. No vibration, no noise, no melody. A pleasant stillness. A little ball of fur, Curled up by my side, Soft and peaceful. The smell of rain, perhaps. Mingling with the smell Of deep dark coffee. A chill in the air. The smoothness of…

Bus stop, 180 degrees from the box office glass and steel framed a waving, a smile. Why not a sunset on an out-cropping of eroded brown clay and gravel? Nothing in the way of the Pacific, the horizon fades to black. We fade to gold…

I see it inside a frame, picture perfect, fine ripples occasionally stir a plate glass lake, placid swans linger among the reedy edges, a squirrel flitting past the pine needle carcasses, cushioned sleep for the children who lie, prone, snubbing the sinking sun, cheeks to…

Coarse hair against hair against hair Fingers drum down my scalp Sleepy eyes open the clock is early The shower blanket drains over fleshy me Burnt into the brain black marks sing out From curved wooden bodies and black hilo strings.   Sweet…… Salty……. Umami………

By Sandy Lender     shirt-surfing conures lavender-warm laughs, writing music at sunset

Look around, Nature is meeting the sky. The birds are flapping their wings, As the leaves rustle along with the wind, While the plants wait patiently to unfurl their flowers. Even the Earth is awakening, To witness this beautiful harmony, Of Nature and Sky together,…

Spoilers for Portal 2. Riding high, crowned with success Each nerve on fire with joy And power My bird’s eye view shrinks you And Her to ants, to specks To nothing Sweet freedom nears, yet I Have more than that, I am Aperture

You would often say,” I want to go by the water.” The salty smell and temperamental waves brought you peace eventually became your sanctuary. You loved how the deep blues and somber grays mimicking the rich clouds in the sky. As you watched the fishes…