[A tribute to our late friend, Frank] by Janet Ireton   You came among us for a little while, Debonair, tall, with hair of burnished silver, Enthralling us with your soft, American drawl, Enlightening us with your wisdom and your wit, And then you left. Bound for warmer shores, Taking with you all you possessed, … Continue reading The Witness

by Janet Ireton As a child I cried When I forgot to put out My neighbour's bin, When paid sixpence to put it out and Bring it in again. You calmed my fears, You dried my tears. "It's okay."   As an adult I shudder When the house alarm rings At an early morning hour. … Continue reading It’s okay

by Janet Ireton You caught me In your web, Enfolded me in your embrace. So slight a touch It seemed surreal. And I felt free, At Peace, At Ease, At One With all that is.  

WATER’S EDGE by Linda Reale-Horvat The shimmering moon reflected an eerie glow on the water, in keeping with the frosty evening atmosphere and reflecting the coldness she felt to her inner bones.  She ran, barefoot, across the frozen ground by the water’s edge, in fear for her life and uncertain of where she was headed.  … Continue reading Linda’s Lips: a historical musing!

    BEING by Janet Ireton When you asked me How I was In all I said What I really meant was I am And when you asked me How my family was The Truth is, The Wonder is, They are.