The Flute

If I had a flute I’d play something rhythmic and slow, something deep and soulful, like a smooth heat wave. Listen the rhythm of flute! The chorus clouds bang out The wind blowing soft Carrying soft tones It’s an playing the flute Calming down her heart. Floating by the river blue, they sing down the…

The robin on my apple tree

  I slept uneasily. I realised I had to set up a routine to keep myself sane and happy. That’s when I saw him, the one who would become a source of joy and knowledge. A tiny orange-breasted robin flew into my kitchen garden and sat on a branch of the apple tree. He flew…

To Keep Mother Earth Alive

  My son, stopped during our walk through a eucalyptus forest to his school and said: “mummy, the trees are talking to us.” I stopped too and listened along with him to the trees’ rustle. “It’s the wind mummy,” he exclaimed, then blew a puff of air onto the back of his hand. “The trees talk through…

Landscape of Dream

I’d been driving with my eyes half closed. Then, as the sun came up, I saw with my naked eyes a strange landscape I had never seen before. I heard gentle clouds roll on by, and felt alone in my wanderings. I looked up at the sky and saw the stars in the sky. I…

Woman with golden hair

A young woman with golden hair sat down across from him. She wore paint-streaked old overalls and her hair was pinned up in a messy cascade of gold. Her eyes were piercing blue, her smile filled her face, and she grinned at him with an easy, friendly way.  Her beauty shines from the inside out,…

The Sound of Piper

  The forest muffled the sounds within and beyond it as if the trees themselves swallowed noise—all but the tune of the unseen piper. He followed the sound of the keening pipe. The boy ran faster, fast enough that it felt like he flew, anxious to get to the world the song spoke of. Its…

Our paradise

  I used to live in paradise—a long, low ranch house, sheltered by the tangle of cottonwood trees that lined the creek. But as with every Eden We believed in the magic of that world down in the creek, where the greenbrier curled around trees and scratched our legs and the water oak tipped lazily…

Piano Lesson

At nine I took piano lessons, my invitation to sit at the bench rather than observing, coming after what felt like forever. I was giddy, finally able to become the pianist I knew was locked inside. My small hands. Each time I clambered onto the bench that was too large, swung my legs, and tried…

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Our beautiful featured Guest Blogger for today is Emily Jones Petty. She grew up in sunny Florida, but now resides on the opposite coast in San Diego with her husband of 10 years and three energetic sons. She works as a Physician Assistant in pediatric orthopedics by day…

A Dream of Wheat Field

The sunflower droops To the lazy wave; the wind sleeps; Then, moving in dazzling links and loops, A marvel of shadow and shine, A glory of olive and amber and wine, Runs the color in the wheat. When the wild winds rumbled past you in the fall fields and you blessed them, you surrendered to…