by Janice MacLean | Apr 16, 2016 | Poetry & Prayer
Spring Carol Steel Snow pulls your cedar fence apart, pushes it slant. Crossbars slump into symbols for “less than.” Winter loosens its hold, sinks into flood, rushes the downward slope to the river. A red ribbon rides the melt, dangles on the lip of the...
by Janice MacLean | Aug 3, 2015 | Ordinary, Reflections
At 18 years, I discovered the power of poetry. My summer job in a Nursing Home got interesting when my grandfather loaned me an old school reader. As I read poems, the room filled with the echo of old voices picking up the rhythm of long ago memorized lines. Some...
