Staring at bare paper I see light nouns and verbs they love to pick fights like empty canvas yearns paint page woos brain to create sometimes wall is blank but mind, it cranks masterpiece again wins. – Sandra Johnson, 9/2/23

Gazing at the heavens stars from the past light the night sky as water falls like a moonbeam

HOUR FOUR-   8.45am: At Subway Waiting for the train with a cup of coffee, salted bagel and a book in my hand. I peered around me. People of all sorts, shapes, sizes and with different appetites wait. To reach their destination. My stare now…