Signs of Grace

by Charles I. Perera
Saturday, February 14, 2009
As I walk on the pavement, pouring rain.
Rain pours in buckets,
Never so much rain in this Golden State,
Cars speed on the highway, splashing water like speed boats.
Clouds hang heavy, dark and wet.
Plucking and squeezing squirts of life force.
Everybody and anybody is busy or looks busy, helter and skelter they [...]

by Georgette Buckley
As a young child, I sit proudly
upon my uncle’s pony Prince
posing in the bright light
while visiting my grandma’s farm in Illinois
how innocently trusting we are of this animal
whose reins are not even tied to a post
as my Mom shoots my portrait.
In my young teens we move
out to this middle of nowhere
to live on [...]