I Smell Christmas – A Poem by Sylvia Syms
Photo by: Jacqueline Pine scented candles line the mantles. The smells of cinnamon and allspice wafting from the apple and sweet potato pies and…
Read MoreSylvia Syms enjoys life and love with her boyfriend of 41 years, while living in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains.
Photo by: Jacqueline Pine scented candles line the mantles. The smells of cinnamon and allspice wafting from the apple and sweet potato pies and…
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Read MoreFor the large and small of my day, I welcome the break of dawn. I slept the sleep of angels. Not a crazed dream…
Read MoreRequired to avoid you and all look-a-likes Lefties with a good Mud slinging arm Refusing to be winched From my good space All ringers…
Read MoreSomehow she got Into my closet and Found my best dress The white wool cape With foxtails And my highest heels She asked if…
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Read MoreThe smell of coffee will rouse you before you kiss the cup. It caresses you and teases you, compels you to get up. This…
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Read MoreThis is a poem of the words my mother spoke to me in a dream. I had been missing her with a vengeance. Not…
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