Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Love -Linda Lee Lyberg Old feelings rise to the surface Tears threaten to fall My heart aches from emptiness
The Encounter -Linda Lee Lyberg Your eyes beckoned to me, begging, pleading To be loved the way I wanted to love.
The pale gray light of a rainy dawn creeps into the room. In my jet lagged stupor, I briefly forget where we are. The breeze from the fan brushes against my cheek soft as a lover’s caress. I roll over and wrap my arms… Continue Reading “The Apartment”
At Last -Linda Lee Lyberg Standing in a darkened hall Hesitating, yet hearing your heart’s call. At Last a kiss, Oh what sweet release! Will this euphoric feeling Ever cease?
Old hands are beautiful. Weathered, wrinkled, soft as silk, scarred by the passing of time and countless tasks. Last Saturday, we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for breakfast. Los Picos Parilla is the home of the best huevos rancheros in Mesa. There is… Continue Reading “Las Manos Más Suaves”
So many people are of mixed heritage; everyone is from somewhere else. “-G. Willow Wilson In January of 1973, my father changed his name. Not only his first name, but his entire legal name. In the district court of Harris County Texas, the man… Continue Reading “Waiting on DNA”
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