I Will Not Stand Silent

Elizabeth Horton-Newton 2/1/2025 When they speak out against the rights Of the poor The displaced The disabled I will not stand silent   When they deny the rights Of people of color Of gender diversity Of the health challenged I will not stand silent   When they send so-called officials To our schools Our places of employment Our homes I will not stand silent   … Continue reading I Will Not Stand Silent

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To Die in Florence

To Die in Florence The bells of the CathedralSinging in the warm fall sunSipping cappuccinoUnder the watchful gazeOf Dante.Tasting the creamy sweetnessOf cool gelatoStrolling the Ponte del VecchioWhile merchants enticeWith their waresOf leather and gold.Sunlight shimmering onThe river Arno.David standing proudIn his naked perfection.Cosimo looks down onThe admiring throngsIn the Piazza Della Signoria.Sitting on the Loggia di LanziAs the tower of thePalazzo VecchioCasts a long … Continue reading To Die in Florence

Waiting by Elizabeth Horton-Newton

  Vermillion lips pursed in concentration while scarlet nails drummed on the pitted surface of the old table. Heavily shadowed eyes lined with black as dark as the night outside Stared blank and unseeing at the scarred wood. Occasionally the sapphire orbs would shift to the soundless clock on the wall, watching the second hand jump from line to line. Counting off the endless seconds … Continue reading Waiting by Elizabeth Horton-Newton

Verses Versus – Feel by Anita Kovacevic

    Poetry is very personal. Writing is personal, but, poetry comes from the soul. The words and the way they are presented tell the reader what the writer is feeling. In Versus Verses – Feel Anita Kovacevic opens her heart and invites readers to enter and take a look around. Perhaps while reading her poetry we will see something of our own experiences and … Continue reading Verses Versus – Feel by Anita Kovacevic

Insignificance-Elizabeth Horton-Newton

Insignificance Elizabeth Horton-Newton   “The air was crisp with the hint of autumn dancing at the edges of the night. There was the promise of golden red leaves and ripe apples on the breeze that lifted his hair and blew it back from his forehead. His hand grasped my elbow, his voice a deep timber that flowed with the mood of the evening, seductive and … Continue reading Insignificance-Elizabeth Horton-Newton