Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
And the poem... Sublime.
:~)
Cryssa
well done Karla...
John
Regis
This is the second poem today that wrote about fog, other than myself. We must be sending secret signals around Authorsden.
Lovely!
Becca~
Blessings and love,
Susan
Love & Peace be with you
William
Very well penned!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twinkles, Karen Lynn. :D *purring*
Hugz,
Dee
Georg