I AM

by Joan Wiley I AM I am Dust. Wedged into rivlets of life’s river rush, Weighted by silence of bigger dreams. I am Unseen. Drowned beneath frivolous layers Reflecting brilliant favor with the sun. I am Bound. Sealed within stone truths told by A heart with veins full of silver linings. I am Rich. ShimmeringContinue reading “I AM”

The Cold Within

Cleaning out drawers and closets today I came across a paper that I’ve saved for twenty-six years. It was a hand-out for “Cultural Awareness Month” back in 1994, prepared by the Federally Employed Women, Inc. After rereading the poem printed on the page, I am inspired to share it with others. I love this poeticContinue reading “The Cold Within”