Creatively Celebrating God's Creation

If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!war and famine leave hearts heavy with sorrow birds sing anyway ____________________ Salvatore Buttaci is an obsessive-compulsive writer who plies his craft many hours a day. His poems, stories, articles, and letters have appeared widely in publications that include New York [...]

When it’s break time the girls all walk together, cigarette-protector cases clasped between their index * tapers and their thumbs. On each girl’s fingers glow iridescent lacquers. When break time nears, * they peek at each other, twinkle, giggle, nod. When break time comes, a bell rings and the girls rise * like Lazarus. High [...]

God makes no promise but that of love. He says, Reside in the V of my arms like a bird’s nest in branches. Firmly, I will hold you; strong storms and wind through. * Love makes no promise but that of itself. She says, Trust your heart and let me shine like a wave of [...]

35 years condensed into what? A pumpkin skin lorry? An underwear picker? Every year the tree lets go of everything dead, builds another ring, sends its bark on a trip around its trunk. Every year the perennial lets go of everything above ground but holds an essence to root. Every year the banana plant dies, [...]

Sometimes I feel like a sad sack- a worn out old man with clown facial wrinkles. I know when I reflect, stare out my window at the snow falling from my bed, my back to yours, reflecting on my pain- ignoring yours- I isolate your love, lose your touch to another- forgetting, it is our [...]

Hummingbird darting from bloom to bloom, wings a blur in a gleam of sunlight, reminding me of the years sailing by… splashes of color, sweet voices of children, smile of my wife long ago, like the flight of a hummingbird… touched. ____________________ Stephen Jarrell Williams has been called “The Poet of Doom,” “A Voice in [...]

The leaves swirled down just like the dates drying up and falling off the greasy kitchen calendar. Drinking a serene coffee with a false face to our innocent children each morning and looking at your photo each night could never stop the fall of leaves or dates. Smoking cigarette after cigarette could not burn down [...]

Graves on lush green grass. The dead lay on the hillside. Civil war lingers. ____________________ Pat St. Pierre is both a freelance writer for adults and children and has had many publications of poetry, fiction and nonfiction. Most recently her poetry book “Theater of Life” was published by Finishing Line Press and is available at [...]

if nights were voiceless and all Earth slept, stars would be lonely ____________________ Salvatore Buttaci is an obsessive-compulsive writer who plies his craft many hours a day. His poems, stories, articles, and letters have appeared widely in publications that include New York Times, U. S. A. Today, The Writer, Writer’s Digest, Cats Magazine, The National Enquirer, [...]

Below the clouds forming in my eyes, your soft eyes, delicate as silk warm words, used to support the love I held for you. * Cold, now gray, the sea tide inside turns to poignant foam upside down, separates- only ghosts now live between us. * Yet, dream like, fortune-teller, bearing no relation to reality- [...]