The lighthouse guides no one it seemswhen it is the sun’s shift to shineit only comes alive at twilightwhen eyes cannot define. But what happens when a lighthouse dies,and the…
Moon: The Masterful Illusionist
Rose of Sharon dropsand the crickets grow quietin the moonlit night Concerns over rainno one sees Burchell’s Coucal — fluting comes his call © selmamartin.com “October knew, of course, that the action…
Hotel de los corazones rotos–The hotel of broken hearts Hello, my precious Readers. I’m so happy you're here. Also grateful to J. ReCrivello, editor-in-chief of Gobblers & Masticadores, Barcelona, Spain, andThe…
A new interview is a learning experience. Take a look at what I learned about myself… I hope you enjoy it too. Merry November everyone.
A happy Sunday to all. Today would have been my daddy's birthday. Pouring my heart out and wishing a Happy Birthday to my daddy who's snug safely in my heart: I remember.
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. But I really like my October to feel like October from the get go...
Eye roll, eye roll... but life is still grand. May I never forget!
Little bell, Had you not beckoned to my senses To take this moment from the present This day would have passed me unawares And not been quite so transcendental...
a sundae is sweet a soondae is salty which of the treats harmonizes your coffee ~ encouragement by Selma [may it last you till we meet again]
This haiku sequence takes after the passing of the Obon season. Change must come: each turn of the road brings new thoughts and each sunrise fresh emotions ~ Unknown Thanks for reading.