Daily I stroll city streets, where black tops and guided white lines stretch for miles. Gazing upon...
Poetry
The old, stone church (or was it brick?) stood illuminated in front of a waning moon. Small...
Wherever here is- Floating. Just floating.Trusting yourself. Toes up. Palms up.Calm yourself. Slow your breathing. Don’t tip.Not...
by phillip gillis Years ago, sitting by the phone anticipating a call-Waiting for the clock to roll...
