Thursday, October 20, 2016


Dear Whispers’ Friends,

The October activity has been: write a titled, five-line poem with an autumn theme. Thank you for your responses to the activity. I hope you will take time to dwell in the autumn season through these brief yet meaningful creations.


Michael Escoubas, Whispers’ Activity Editor


A black cat, tail twitching, waits patiently,
keeping vigil over the fresh mound of dirt
peeking through the layer of golden leaves.
The drizzle of rain does not discourage her
sure efforts to capture her desired delicacy

Charlene McCutcheon, United States

Autumn Rain

Vertical, or horizontal autumn rain falling from heavy misty clouds,
but when caught by a sunbeam it makes glistening slides
shimmering across the rock and falls
in bright white tails or snakes
like silver where the mountains leak it.

Lynn White, North Wales

Evening Stroll

Tickled by a cool breeze
Encapsulated in earth tones
Wrapped in a cocoon of fallings leaves
Early nightfall
Illuminated by pumpkin lanterns

Langley Shazor, United States

Autumn Dawn

Parades of trees stand in black silhouettes
against a glowing sky of tangerine.
My garden spiders suspend satin sheets
of twinkling tiny crystals that tumble down,
pausing this new day of autumn sun rays.

Annie Jenkin, England

Autumn Trees and Little Boys

Just up and out of bed,
I am greeted by a tree.
In its arms, I bend my knees
as I listen to the fall
of brown and yellow leaves.

Michael Escoubas, United States

Sunday Psalm

is a rain-soaked deck in early fall, a collage
of light-changed leaves, and a crispy fall breeze;
one hundred geese that gaggle goodbye,
and one great blue heron standing silent in cattails.
What is there in nature that is not a prayer?

Mary Jo Balistreri, United States

Autumn Masterpiece

A stroke of genius
from the Master's palette,
a bouquet of butterflies
scatters and soars
with the autumn wind.

Barbara Tate, United States

Green Grow the Rivals O

The weed, resembling my climbing beans
in all but fruit, reduced my crop it seems.

loose change
on my table
sunflower petals

Ralph Stott, England

Autumn’s Eternal Fall to Spring

Autumn, that time of year when all is dying off                                                  
while rushing towards an end; beware such purblind thoughts,                  
for they are false! Within Fall’s gloomy themes are coiled,                                           
waiting to burst forth, snowdrops, anemones and croci.                                
In turn, Spring dooms itself, and all glory to it too, while going off!           

Alan McAlpine Douglas, England

Forever Autumn

he sings 
in coffee-coloured tones
labeling the pickle jars
reminds me of autumns past
his music still haunts me 

Martha Magenta, England

Autumn in the Smokies

A kaleidoscope of colors
splash across my Smokies.
I await the falling leaves
soon covered by
blinding white.

Tom Davis, United States

Autumnal Thoughts

Through the window
of my toasty room,
I crave the autumn sight of birds
in a place where time is kept
by the rising sun.

Marc Livanos, United States

The Turning

Color us autumn. 
Color us burnt almond,
red, flame. Name us
the season of falling,
drifting into winter’s wind.

Jean Colonomos, United States

Life of Leaves


David Williams, England

Autumn, how I love you!

The Autumn breeze wafts over fields; to its mild touch the corn stalk yields.
The flowers in the gardens smile to feel the Autumn breeze awhile.
On grassy meadows, cattle graze; in stifling heat, they idly laze.
Flowers, splendid in all their glory. How they love to tell their story.
I love this Autumn time of year. It brings with it its glorious gear.

Helen Dowd, Canada

Autumn Wood

The trees are being diluted,
bird songs brushed away by wind.
Shadows are sticking to the floor
creating darkness, ignoring the sun.
Summer flames simmer until burnt out. 

Gareth Culshaw, Wales

curtain call~~

ash and maple
      confetti dance

~the last leaf falls~

she closes her eyes
      for the final bow

Karen O’Leary, United States

November Smoke

A new pile of leaves. Daddy leans on his rake.
My sister and I whoop and holler like Indians
then jump into leaves. A grey afternoon. Rain
comes soon, hot cocoa too and we could not
forever laugh as we once did into November smoke.

Barbara Robinette, United States


Honking across the October sky,
a flock of geese heading south,
the blue lake a mirror of heartbreak.
Onshore, an injured goose grieves all alone,
no one to give her solace during winter's ice.

Elizabeth Howard, United States

Night in the Forest

Moonlight paints the woods awake.
Cricket song is a soundtrack for night life.
Silver-grey shadows dip and dither.
Leaves giggle in their autumn gowns
when windy guests ask them to dance. 

Candace Armstrong, United States

Autumn Chill

whispering through the autumn chill
in the eddy of yellowing leaves,
those old, old words haunt again --
I sigh at the unworn mangalsutra
and slide the drawer back in place.
Mangalsutra: a black bead necklace worn by Hindu women.

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan, India

Autumn Melody

We live in the safest, gated community.
We found great senior housing at Fort Knox.
Friendly people, young, old, military too.
Birds, Bambi and more on our morning walk,
sounds of nature and children all around.

Robert Hewett, Sr., United States

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Ronald Grognet—In Memory 2016—United States

It is with sadness that I share that Ronald has left this world. His wife, Allene, granted me the honor of sharing a tribute to our friend. He was an encouraging voice and a delight to work with these past couple of years. We were both members of the New Orleans Haiku Society. That’s where we met. I’m so glad he accepted my invitation to share his gift of words at Whispers. I chose pieces from our archives to share with you. Allene, please accept my sympathy for your loss. I pray that God will grant you comfort as you deal with this challenging time.

                                                      --In Memory—Karen O’Leary--

cherry blossoms
in the tidal basin--
a paddle boat

a surgical tray
they forgot to cover--

still standing
after a flood of memories--
my first home

squirrels twitching tails--
            text messages

a ferris wheel high --
amidst the stars
one for her finger

lost in my writing--
cold coffee

Today, my coffee grew cold, expressing the loss of our writing friend. Ron, we celebrate you and feel the emptiness, too. These last thoughts are from Ronald’s poem “Memoriam”—

 the eerie quiet---
   of a cold misty morning

Monday, October 17, 2016

Haiku--By Marilyn Ward--United Kingdom

late afternoon heats
the chirp of cicadas
fills the silence 

cutting the granite
metre by metre
the glacier 

the changing rotation
of planet earth 

tears of joy
you knew not my name
yet loved me 

five rooks
against the wind
a parliament battle 

Marilyn Ward is a 62-year-old grandmother, who from childhood loved words, the language did not matter, any words would do. For the last two years, these words have been turned into poems. Her favourite form being haiku--brief, beautiful, perfectly selected, words. 

Saturday, October 15, 2016

From the Archives--London Airport

Dear Whispers’ Readers,

For this month’s archive column, I decided to explore Ralph Stott’s March 2016 Activity.  Ralph challenged writers to share a creative view from “London Airport.”  If you would like to read the rest of this wonderful column, here is the link—

The archives column was born of a desire to showcase some of the poetry from previous issues and to give our readers a glimpse of the talent that is the fabric of Whispers.  It is also a forum for me to promote the writers that share their gift of words. With that being said, thank you all for your encouragement and support.


Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor

First and Last Flight

as Icarus was falling fast,
he landed on a jet:
but then he tried a para jump-
they haven’t found him yet.

By Jack Horne


The wings of Icarus are real
Stiff on the white body of steel
Shuffle, hustle, voices rustle
Bags, cases and bodies bustle
The eagle lands on summer land
Paper fans held in dainty hands

By Sheikha A.

The Note

Bin held the note
Written in poetic form
Love poured out upon the blank page

By Sara Kendrick

Into Kowloon
Past skyscrapers
Tall narrow streets
Man in top hat

By Ralph Stott


Morning mist
hazy, lazy sun
taxi on down
tarmac dance
takeoff done.

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

I hope you enjoy this creative journey as much as I did. There will be more activities headed by Michael Escoubas in the coming months.  I hope you takes these opportunities to grow and connect with our writing community.     ~~Karen

Friday, October 14, 2016

Winter Haiku--By Gert Knop, Germany and Jack Horne, England


Winter Haiku in English/German/Spanish

By Gert Knop, Germany and Jack Horne, England

delicate and fragile
the rose blossoms in the park
after first snowfall

zart und zerbrechlich
die Rosenblüten im Park
nach erstem Schneefall

delicada y frágil
flores de rosas en el parque
después de primera nevada


a robin perches
on a snow-covered headstone --
choirboys sing carols

ein Rotkehlchensitzt
auf einem schneebedeckten Grabstein --
Chorknaben singen Weihnachtslieder

un petirrojo está posado
en una lápida cubierta de nieve --
niños del coro cantan villancicos

There is Victory after Defeat--By Glenda Frazier--United States

There is Victory after Defeat

I have won some victories after defeats
I have crossed the fiery heat and burned, sweated and wept
I have seen sadness and pain...looked it straight in the eyes!
I have suffered while I've lived and seen people die
Yet through it all I have achieved several goals
As victory was just beyond the dreary road
Through victory I have seen another day
As defeats may come and go, it's for victories I shall wait 

(Previously published in Poems that Bleed)

Glenda Frazier and her husband Andre reside in Pace, Florida.  She has been writing poetry for over 20 years and has finally compiled some of them in her most recent book, Poems that Bleed.  She enjoys writing and spending time with her family and friends.  God has instructed her to share her book of poems as an inspirational tool to witness to the lives of her readers.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

A World Away--By Marc Livano--United States

A World Away

It’s so beautiful here,
welcoming, secluded, discreet,
sitting together on a boat,
anchored by the beach.

Around us, sea spray,
crystal skies, pretty shells,
brackish water, hypnotic waves,
and gulls splash about.

No other thoughts,
than I am here
with my wife of 40 years
together in paradise.

Marc Livanos’ poems have appeared in Straylight Magazine, Poet’s Espresso Review, Stray Branch Magazine, Old Red Kimono, Ship of Fools, Song of the San Joaquin Quarterly and others. His chapbooks “Panhandle Poet - Solitude” and “Panhandle Poet - Second Helpings” are available online at    

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


Dear Whispers’ Friends,

Thank you for your support and encouragement at this difficult time for me.  Gratefully, I have Michael Escoubas, our new Activity Editor, to help me with the growth of Whispers.

Given our limited publishing time in October, I have adjusted the schedule below due to my hiatus.


October 5th—Activity Email will go out to all email contributors—please feel free to share the information with writing friends. People that are not contributors can participate.

October 15—Archives Special Feature

October 7—31Collaborative Poem Features will be published—so get your friends together to share your gift of words.  I have at least one in my inbox to review now, but would appreciate hold further collaborative submissions until October 7.

Publication of Activity—October 20-22

Editor’s Column—October 31

STARTING NOVEMBER--THE REGULAR PUBLISHING SCHEDULE WILL BE RESUME WITH ONE CHANGE, I WILL NO LONGER PUBLISH POEMS ON WEEKENDS. Thank you to the contributor that made this suggestion.  Please do not submit poems on weekends unless that is the only time you have time to submit.  THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT MAKES WHISPERS ONE OF THE GREATEST EXPERIENCES OF MY LIFE.

**November Individual poem eligibility—Poems already accepted for October will be moved to this month—Last published in August 2016

Thank you to those of you who have already submitted—Chen-ou Liu, Colleen Keller Breuning, Connie Marcum Wong, Eleanor Michael, George Ellison, Gerald Heyder, Jan Oskar Hansen, Joyce I. Johnson, Mary Jo Balistreri, Michael Escoubas, Rick Parise and Terry O’Leary

**December Individual poem eligibility—Poems already accepted for November will be moved to this month—Last published in September 2016

Thank you to those of you who have already submitted—David Palmer, Lin Lane, Maricris Cabrera, Richard Sponaugle and Sandra Stefanowich.

**For those that are not on one of these two lists—I still have emails to review but if you submitted and do not hear from me by October 7, please contact me.  If you haven’t submitted yet for one of these months, please wait with submissions until October 7. Thank you. 

**Please submit poems in a new email with WHISPERS’ SUBMISSION—I will not be sending out any submission eligibility notices until January’s eligibility notice. If you do not know when you are eligible that is no problem as long you identify your submission is for Whispers.

** I will be publishing new writers on a limited basis, as it has been my policy to get them connected to our community as quickly as possible.  Preference will go to collaborate poems submitted by current contributors.

**If you have any questions please post them in comment section.  I still have limited time at the computer.  I am really grateful to all of you that make our online journal possible.



Whispers’ Editor

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Update--Thank you

Dear Whispers’ family,

I would like you to know that I’m much better than I was a week ago.  Thank you for kindness, cards and caring messages.  It is appreciated more than I can express.

Once Michael and I have firmed up the October limited time schedule, it will be posted. Keep your light shining through your words.


Karen, your humble editor

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Two Weeks Hiatus

Dear Whispers’ Family,

I’ve had a couple of rough weeks with my health.  This is a hard decision for me as I treasure my time with you, but I need to close Whispers for two weeks.

I would appreciate it if you would limit emails to only those necessary and post questions or communications in the comments section below, which I will try and address as promptly as I can.  In the meantime, I ask you to carry the beacon by reading and commenting on the poetry that our talented writers have shared over the years.

Please keep me your prayers.  I will keep you in mine.

Blessings and best wishes,


Why a Sonnet?--By Michael Todd--United States

Why a Sonnet?

Should you choose to write serious love rhyme,
writing to convey how you really feel,
your best bet, Sonnet; works every time,
no better choice for true thoughts' reveal.

Haiku will leave you looking vague, inept,
sestina is too scattered, thoughts confused.
Success awaits, should you choose to accept
advice from one here, time tested and mused.

Limerick might leave your mate with a smile;
acrostic entertains, but holds no spell.
Palindrome may make you seem versatile;
might as well style a ballad, for farewell.

Quatrains and a couplet, in Shakespeare's scheme;
ride the fast track then, to achieve esteem.

Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site...  

Haiku--By Kelley White--United States

ah, mosquitoes
come and join me
this lingering day

a red balloon
above the crowd—

at Robert Frost’s place
taking the road less travelled
hermit thrush song

even this deep in the woods
of a stone fence

Pediatrician Kelley White worked in inner city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent books are Toxic Environment (Boston Poet Press) and Two Birds in Flame (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.

Forgiveness--By Sara Kendrick--United States


"Forgiveness heals an open wound, the spirit repairs the soul"

As the red sun sets so did she
Taking her life far away
Did she even consider me
Lord, I do forgive her this day  

An original quote from Sara--above. This is about my biological mother's suicide. I was only between 15 and 16 months old when it happened.  I learned in the last 6 months the cause of her death.

Sara Kendrick married young and had a family soon after. After her last child went to school, she decided to pursue her GED. A gentlemen who worked with the GED program encouraged her to enroll in college.  She worked part time and cared for her family in addition to her studies. She graduated from Mercer University. Several years ago, after a health crisis, she started writing poetry. 

Friday, September 23, 2016

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Michael Escoubas and Mary Jo Balistreri--United States

Deep Peace

By Michael Escoubas and Mary Jo Balistreri

been told
the best way
to learn to rest
is to walk on paths
of forgiveness. Let your
weight sink down in forgetful
ground—quit being carried away
by yesterday’s regrets and worries—
with each step say, the past does not own me.

Give ardent thanks for the strength of your legs,
the pull of gravity in your thighs.
To feel the earth upholding you
striding upon its surface,
all nature seems to sing.
Suddenly alive
to nature’s gifts
peace thought lost
now is

Haiku--By Robert Epstein--United States

Indian summer
still in sneakers
that refuse to die

Mom’s 90th
I wish upon 
a four-leaf clover

May sunset
her little red wagon
circles the block

62 now 
more clocks
than rooms

Robert Epstein is a licensed psychologist who lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area. He has edited several anthologies: The Breath of Surrender: A Collection of Recovery-Oriented Haiku; Dreams Wander On: Contemporary Poems of Death Awareness; and The Temple Bell Stops: Contemporary Poems of Grief, Loss and Change; as well as two books of haiku: Checkout Time is Noon: Death Awareness Haiku; and A Walk Around Spring Lake: Haiku.  His most current anthology, The Sacred in Contemporary Haiku, was released in 2014.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Watering--By d. n. simmers--Canada


 So it is hot again. 
 And the dried ground
 is cracking.
 As if here is where a desert is being formed.
 Maybe in fifteen years
 if the clouds go further north.
 With the trees shrinking and dying.
 No news of rain.
 So even the water coming
 out the tap and down is hot.
 Like it has been dancing
 on the pavement 
 before belching out
 before it was tricked and tickled
 and squeezed by shaken down and out.

 d. n. simmers is an on line editor with Fine Lines. He is in will be in Poetry Salzburg  Review, the  Storyteller, Iconoclast, Plainsongs, California Quarterly, Poets  Touchstone, Bluestem, and  Nomad's  Choir. He is on line in, red  river review, new american digital, storyacious, and word  press. He is in an newly  launched anthology Royal City Poets ( 4) and was in Van Gogh's Ear, Paris  France. 

Reunion--By John Polselli--United States


The sea was like the bulging hills enwrapped
     in mist that curled against the feral reefs,
          upon whose jagged ribs the whitecaps rang.
A tranquil strain of hopefulness, entrapped
     within the ambiance and depthless griefs
          the brine withheld, a forlorn mermaid sang.

Then wringing her fair hands with bated breath,
     she spied the schooner, far, with glad relief
          and towards her lover, from the shoal, she sprang,
avowing her devotion until death’s
                                     last pang.

John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards.  As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By ayaz daryl nielsen and Peggy Dugan French--United States

A Day in June

By ayaz daryl nielsen and Peggy Dugan French

gladiola petals
softly fall from the bouquet
surrounded by all
cocooned in joy
and the songs we’ll sing
delight us
yes, I will answer

a new journey begins…

Smiles--By Lin Lane--United States


Smiling is quite simple
 showcases those dimples
  says, "hi" without a word
   surefire way to be heard
    sweetest of expressions
     sign of love's affections
      served at one's discretion
(*editor’s note—this poem is a Pleiades)

Lin Lane is a native of New Orleans, Louisiana. She's been writing poetry since her teen years and majored in Literature in college. As an editor, she's been inspired by many of her clients' manuscripts, which has led her to share her poetry with others. She hopes that her poetry is enjoyed by many of you.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016


Dear Whispers’ Family,

September’s activity was entitled, “Getting to Know You." Contributors were asked to give their name and country, their favorite poetry form, as well as share what they love about life: family, hobbies, work, etc. Thank you for your responses. Enjoy getting to know many of your fellow Whispers’ poets. Karen and I look forward to crafting writing activities that reflect the interests of Whispers’ ever-growing family of poets and readers.

With Appreciation,

Michael Escoubas, Activity Editor
Karen O’Leary, Editor

Pat Geyer, United States


I love photography and gardening. Photographing insects and saplings makes me realize that size has nothing to do with accomplishments in life. I cherish the smells that waft through the kitchen when I use the recipes that my Mother gave me. They never fail to remind me of our times cooking and baking together.

David Fox, United States


In addition to writing poetry (obviously), I like to bowl, watch TV (mostly game shows and sitcoms), go to movies and concerts and solve word-finds. 

Mary Jo Balistreri (Jo)--United States

Free verse/Haiku

My love is nature and my family, my special place, the ocean. I walk first thing in the morning, kind of a moving meditation. Afterward I read some poetry, then try to write a haiku. When the day's obligations and errands are finished, I write again.

Carolyn Martin, United States

Free Verse/Blank Verse

I love finding poetry everywhere: from TV shows to National Geographic articles, from creative comments my partner makes to the feral cats that roam our backyard. I also hate to go anywhere without a camera. It helps me focus on my surroundings, serving as a bridge not as a distraction.

Sunil Sharma, India

Free verse

I like to sing songs of the dispossessed; the marginalized, the deprived. Poetry---not about me or formalism but about the unsaid.

Annie Jenkin, England

Metered Rhyme

With a positive 'can do' approach, I have several hobbies, cycling, knitting, sewing, etc.  I am a sensitive soul, who delights in nature; listening and observing what is going on around me. Despite the odds, I enjoy life.

Aju Mukhopadhyay, India

Free Verse with rhymed and /or unrhymed lines as they occur spontaneously, making the creation a composite whole.

I take life as a unified whole; no activity like writing is separate. My knowledge and thirst; critical, analytical and creative are the outpourings of my being that work as a channel of communication between me and the outside world.  

Angelee Deodhar, India


I love writing on the go, don't mind waiting for a train/plane or standing in a queue as I always have scraps of paper on hand. I love collecting leaves, pebbles, beads, and making soap bubbles. I like walking barefoot in the rain. I like listening to instrumental Eastern and Western music when I write

Mary A. Couch, United States


I like short poetry forms, writing on nature & animals, reading sci-fi, crocheting, craft projects, ocean, mountains, and woodlands.

Alice B. Couch, United States


I enjoy my grandkids, great-grandkids, great-great grandkids, taking my dogs for a walk, writing short stories and poems, reading mystery novels.

Caryl Calsyn, United States

Free Verse

I am an 81 year old woman who forgets to tell myself that I am elderly.
I love history, historical homes, faith, family and friends. I deal with
the pain of losing loved ones too often.

Tricia Knoll, United States

Free Verse/Haiku/Pantoum

I'm retired from decades of communications work for municipal government. I'm a Master Gardener, fitness enthusiast, love dogs, am far to the left politically, and have more than 1,000 poems I've written organized in an elaborately organized database. I volunteer pruning rose bushes at Portland, Oregon's Rose Test Garden of 1,000 rose plants.

Martha Magenta, England


My interests include organic gardening, human and animal rights advocacy, herbalism, aromatherapy and poetry. I have written poetry on a wide variety of topics. I am owner of POETS community on Google Plus. I study haiku and tanka. Some of my haiku have been published in journals including Modern Haiku, Haiku Presence, Chrysanthemum, and Whispers.

Ralph Stott, England


Enjoy observing and capturing observations in small poetic forms. Member of British Haiku Society.

Michael Escoubas, United States

Free Verse/Etheree

I enjoy baseball, Presidential History, especially Civil War period history, writing nature poetry, and writing poems that feature my children and grandchildren.

Karen O’Leary, United States


I’ve always been a creative spirit—and have tried my hands at embroidery, needle point, home decorating (an ongoing love), sewing—to name a few.  Writing and reading are the only passions I’ve had since early childhood.  I did write a mammoth novel that sits on my shelf—computer copy—gone with a virus. I enjoy making greeting cards, too.

David Palmer, United States

Sonnet, Fibonacci, Micro Poetry

Former minister, I write about love and relationships, faith, hope, vision for the future, peace, history, travel, philosophy. I love writing in response to prompts, photo, word, or concept/idea.

Phyllis Babcock, Canada


First love is being a grandmother. I like to read books but my passion is poetry writing. Love getting to know people around the globe. I’m a people, nature and animal lover.

Barbara Tate, United States


Writing's my life.  Dogs & dog shows, horses & horse shows are my fun.  I value and hold close the many friendships made over the years.

Chelsea Jones, United States


Hi! I live in California. I'm interested in poetry, art, and music. I love collaborating with other artists and also creating multimedia pieces that involve all of my creative interests. I also love dogs.

Isha Wagner, New Zealand

Prose poetry

Since a young age travel has been my preoccupation, a deep-seated curiosity about peoples, countries, so I have traveled much. Despite this my spiritual journey is my dominant interest. I have made four journeys to northern India learning much and little from living masters. Life is so brief I know there is much, much more to learn.

Langley Shazor, United States

Haiku/Syllabic Forms

I have been only seriously writing for the last year. I love words and try to expand my vocabulary daily. I enjoy writing challenges and write most of my pieces on antique typewriters. I am currently launching a Middle School writing club to encourage creative writing and thinking in our youth. 

Jack Horne, England

Rhyme/New Forms

About myself: I'm 47, single & live in Plymouth. Writing & reading are my main hobbies. Quite a bit of my work has been published, including two poetry books & two novels (with a third novel due to be released in 2017).

Connie Marcum Wong, United States

Rhyme and Free Verse

I love writing about nature, the seasons, or reflections and thoughts about life, children, the animal kingdom, mythology. I often write about causes that mean a lot to me, concerning countries and their freedom and world affairs, current events that may concern everyone.

Sara Kendrick, United States

Poulter's Measure (8,6,8,6 syllables per line with rhyme on the 6)

Antiquated grandmother who loves to put a few thoughts upon a page which sometimes records some history. I enjoy watching sunrises and combining my thoughts with the changes in the sky. My time is limited now as to what I can do so the writing is less.