It begins shortly after I serve my two boys a plate of white cookies and some chocolate milk, while I’m dipping my burnt whole wheat crackers (the English call Melba toast and sell to us suck… more →
words with no namescitychickens wrote 1 month ago: When I walked into work today I switched on the radio and it started to play Ave Maria … more →
htwilson wrote 1 month ago: It begins shortly after I serve my two boys a plate of white cookies and some chocolate milk, while … more →
citychickens wrote 3 months ago: The world of remembrance A world set apart A world we first visit with tears The cost of admission i … more →
htwilson wrote 3 months ago: Talking about numbers and feelings as villains and the hatred that we have for the way our responsib … more →
citychickens wrote 4 months ago: The little town of Banjo Bay sits proudly in the cove, Welcoming her sons home from … more →
citychickens wrote 4 months ago: I walked around a corner and there she was, a prisoner. Bound in chains invisible not ph … more →
htwilson wrote 4 months ago: In comes Alexander, 5, uninvited to my office where I write and where he’s supposed to knock … more →
htwilson wrote 4 months ago: Excuse me, I’m a tiger says my youngest son crossing the kitchen. He knows enough to crouch low an … more →
htwilson wrote 5 months ago: I helped my sons a few weeks ago make a card with flowers cut from colorful construction paper and p … more →
htwilson wrote 5 months ago: I helped my sons a few weeks ago make a card with flowers cut from colorful construction paper and p … more →
htwilson wrote 6 months ago: Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved. This poem was written for the May 9th commu … more →
htwilson wrote 7 months ago: para mi abuelita Olga, que en paz descanze She’s standing in the room alone surrounded by po … more →
htwilson wrote 7 months ago: Half an hour now I have been promising to join my sons in building a fort in the corner of the yard … more →
htwilson wrote 9 months ago: for my cousin In between sips he envisions vague outlines of crescent moon … more →
dbarber59 wrote 11 months ago: Wow, This is my 1001st post! It is hard to believe it’s grown like this. Thank you to all the … more →
citychickens wrote 11 months ago: The Innkeeper sat listening To the shepherd as he spoke He thought the story so bizarre It surely wa … more →
dbarber59 wrote 11 months ago: Home for Christmas, My childhood room changed into a sewing place. Dave Barber 5 December 2008 F … more →
dbarber59 wrote 11 months ago: On the dark kitchen door, of our simple house, the dates and how tall. Dave 5 Nov 08 New Collectio … more →
dbarber59 wrote 1 year ago: Podcast: Painting with Fingers Podcast is avaiable for listening! This is my 2nd published book! C … more →