Lyricality’s Online Journal
I Don’t Know You but I Know You by Angerise Carter
Strangers are walking fiction. Our brains, on the other hand, force us to actively imagine who we see walking towards us, even if what our thoughts make up are dangerously untrue. We care about appearance; we are quietly vain, but we are also private investigators, trying to figure out what each stranger passing us by could hint at. Remember, every stranger is someone and more importantly every stranger is someone’s partner, caregiver, offspring or sibling.
A Cricket Climbs Up by Matthew Koob Pheej Yang
Crickets have been known to be a symbol of prosperity. This five lined poem gives the reader all the hopes and feels of good luck and happiness. I don’t know about you, but when I read it I could feel the warm wind on the back of my neck. Follow the link, take a read and let this cricket connect you to being a believer in your instincts and spiritual guidance.
The second longest day of the year by Jean Prokott: a collection for people who don’t love poetry, and especially for those who do
Jean Prokott’s collection, the second longest day of the year, the winner of the Howling Bird Press Poetry Prize, carries the impact of Ann Sexton’s poems.
I Don’t Know It Yet, But This Is Living by Zakiah Goff
On days when life seems pointless and you’re just going through the motions, there’s always that empty pit someplace inside your spirit that never seems to fill. Zakiah Goff addresses this gut wrenching feeling in “I Don’t Know It Yet, But This Is Living”. We all have felt this at some point, or many points, in life: is life ever going to get better?
Poppies by Sarah Degner Riveros
The petals of a poppy flower are pompous, they may be of nearly any color. But after reading
Sarah Degner Riveros poem Poppies, we all know that these poppies are red beneath hazy yellow skies. A poem you can visually see for your first Sunday in May, and May Day at that!
On the Trail by Janna Knittel
The only place that feels vast enough to hold sadness this deep and wide is in nature, looking out into forever. Just as grief is a constant in our lives, so are the trees and trails we can get lost in. Walk about the trail with Janna Knittel in her poem On the Trail.
For My Daughter-in Law on Mother’s Day by Diane Pecoraro
In spite of the fact that mothers-in-law are stereotyped as pompous and evil, we shouldn’t disregard that they are firstly adoring and tender moms. Read how Diane Pecoraro worries about her daughter-in-law in our Sunday feather For My Daughter-in Law on Mother’s Day.
1st grade report card note: “Too much daydreaming” by Christine Mounts
Whether we stress or fantasize, all of us pause our minds from the errands of the day… and wander off to daydream. Take a break from your Sunday and daydream for a bit with Christine Mounts and her poem 1st grade report card note: “Too much daydreaming”.
Rising by Debra Darby
When we make daily attempts to modify and improve what we can control, hope may build determination and grit—the ability to bounce back and remain resolute despite setbacks and death. Rising, a poem by Debra Darby, emphasizes the significance of optimism and endurance.
Rondo Public Library hosts Narate Keys’ “Apsara the Play” script read on April 23, 2022
This is a special invitation to a script reading of “Apsara the Play” by Narate Keys, a Minnesotan artist, writer and poet.by Hedy Tripp April 23, 20222-4PM at Rondo Public Library, 461 Dale S North, St. Paul, MN 55103 or Join Zoom Meetinghttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87829896402Meeting ID: 878 2989 6402 About Apsara the Play Set in ancient...