by Cindy | Jun 14, 2017 | Poetry
Captain’s Log, Stardate 70797.4 For thirteen hours and twenty-four minutes, we have tailed the cosmic trail of the vandalizing devils who dared damage our ship’s hyperdrive. I stare out the glass and into the black that seems to be the color of my mood. The...
by Cindy | May 17, 2017 | Poetry
A sunflower grows in the melting blue of an ombré pot on the windowsill of my sunlit room. The suggestion of my supportive friends is advice I can attest to: It benefits a plant if you talk to it and sing to it, and whether it’s owed to the music of my voice, or the...
