“Open Minded Me,” A poem by Glenda Taylor
Open minded me... Well--no, though how often I wish it were so, for I can see the lack, the loss, the tragic end of the [...]
“Ageing,” a poem by Glenda Taylor
I’m slowly dissolving into the Void. While others are spending years sitting upright on hard cushions, striving not to strive to achieve mindlessness, I’m getting [...]
“Words,” A poem by Glenda Taylor
They say (whoever they are who say nevertheless with words) that a picture’s worth a thousand words, pictures being more exact replicas of reality, or so [...]
