#poetry

Prosetry by Frank Malaba: Change

And so it happened. A door shut in my face. Again. In my mind’s ear, the soundtrack of a sad movie plays. It feels as though I might just get glued into the tarmac if I do not lift my feet quick enough. You see, I don’t remember…

NO TALKING, YO YO MA EDITION

By Tekla A. Syers Sit down and listen…no talking. It’ll be good for you. Let’s listen to Yo Yo Ma. OO Be still. No humming along OOor toe tapping. We’re going to let Yo Yo Ma OOrenew and realign us, OOmentally and physically. Set Yo Yo Ma to…

SOMETIMES, I WAIT

  Sometimes, I wait. I watch, OOMeasure, OOAllow, OOAssimilate. Sometimes, I reframe. Perhaps my perspective needs adjustment. How is my time best spent? Now? I don’t know how to get it back. Action is not always called for. Sometimes, I wait.   — Tekla A. Syers resides in…