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“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.”

Anaïs Nin

“Forgiveness” by L. K. Thayer

forgiveness is like a missing person
buried under the rubble, gasping for breath
forgiveness is the key that unlocks
the heavy barricade between life and death
weak or strong. It can open the weightiest
doors that block one from loving embraces
and outstretched hearts.

forgiveness is a cup of tea made with chamomile
and a smile, a reassuring touch of gentle caresses
and kisses upon your cheek.
forgiveness is a wooly sweater knit by the Gods
to wrap around your sins and cloak yourself
to sleep a thousand dreams

hoping just one will come true.

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

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“DAISIES” by Adesh Kaur

Oliver Hale

My young one crouched down, stood up, and grinned.
“Look, mom, there are flowers in winter.”
“Oh, Olly, thank you.”
“Ya know, mom. I think that this is a daisy.”
“Well, I think so, too.”
It was indeed a daisy in winter in my young son’s heart and hands. A gift, a gift for mommy.
My very own hero holding out a flower gift.
Gosh, do I love this child.
“Well, Olly, we better go into swim team practice now.”
I stuck the grass flower into the band of my cowboy hat.
Pool time.
He struggled with his breath. Afraid, I think.
Something about putting his head under water for too long.
I sat on a lounge chair.
I acted busy.
I wanted to tell him it was okay, that he was doing great.
Coach David is kind but kinda sharp.
I watched Olly sinking, paddling to keep his head just above water.
They have to know that Oliver sees flowers in winter.
He knows about daisies.

Photo & Poem by Adesh Kaur

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