Ardor at the Front Door

By Ava Thompson She’s been waitingLong past her expiration.She sits on the doorstep of successAnd waits for it to let her in. She’s outgrown the quiet worldOf compromise.Her voice is itching to run free.Her feet follow after. Her wanderlust will no longer…

Without a Net

By Catherine Lanser After three months at the inpatient rehabilitation facility, it was time for my dad to move again.  Only five months after his brain hemorrhage and already it was hard to count how many stops he had made on his…