Liza 💋Sep 9, 20231 minQuiet Sunday (a poem)Quiet Sunday Two hundred and seventy days later, my lips won’t disclose the ulcer. White diamonds through the trees in my backyard. Radio...
Liza 💋Jan 13, 20231 minGoing PlacesGoing Places You reach up and press your own personal flashlight. Your feet kick your bag from underneath the seat and you reach down,...
Liza 💋Jan 12, 20231 minDear John: The VillanelleDear John: The Villanelle I love you, but I know I can’t go back to long white fingers wrapped around my wrists. If, one by one, my bones...
Liza 💋Mar 12, 20211 minGhosts of Blogs PastToday, maybe because it was the year anniversary of COVID-19 being declared a global pandemic, I was thinking about my blogs of the past....