Inspiration comes in fits and spurts, laced with time, warmed with the heart. Each of my offerings began with a whisper, a pause to see, hear, and reflect.
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What good comes from something out of order?
Where does the cycle begin? Does rain fall first and then evaporate into the clouds? Or do the seas rise upward to fill the sky, moistening the air particles. I’m more water than matter but my feet carry me, a walker not a fish. You need male and female to create a...
Light Touch, the touch of light
Light Touch: the touch of light Sun kissed my eyes And lite up the sky. And still I remained Caught in dreams colored By the deep blue sea. The emerald green of light streams soft touches in shallow water shimmering hello. I felt the ruby red of lips, Light as a...
Caught UP
Caught Up Misplaced mug of lukewarm latte, Watercolor paint brushes soaking The spin of the dryer winding down The flap of shades knocking against the window I walked into the kitchen My cell phone beeped Windblown pages of my novel scattered. On the floor. I found a...
A Walk to Nowhere
n If I had known that my walk Would take me where a jelly fish pulsated, I’d have won sandals to stand in the ocean. If I’d known that my walk Would pass a skeleton sitting on the roof, With pink Barbie attire, sipping a pink mimosa in hand, I’d have worn my scalloped...
Breaking up with the past
In my dreams I time travel Into the dark reaches of every mistake, I’ve made. Jumbled characters perform outrages stunts. I lie in bed suspended on clouds of worry. I apologize for my younger selves, Misinformed, wild-eyed with hope. I trace the paths that led me...
Deep in the heart of the moon
Deep in the heart of the Moon I slipped inside the moon, And found no one inside. Instead, I lay upon a pillowed heart. Pulsing in waves, winks, and smiles. I peered out of moon craters, And witnessed humanity hum along. Holding hands, hugging, or fighting. My...
About Abbe
Abbe Rolnick grew up in the suburbs of Baltimore, Maryland. Her first major cultural jolt occurred at age 15 when her family moved to Miami Beach, Florida. To find perspective, she climbed the only non-palm tree at her condo complex and wrote what she observed. History came alive with her exposure to Cuban culture. After attending Boston University, she lived in Puerto Rico, where she owned a bookstore. Once Stateside, she capitalized on the knowledge she gained as an independent bookstore owner and worked for one of the finest bookstores, Village Books, in Bellingham, Washington. Once a CEO of a manufacturing firm and owner of a healthy foods café, she is now retired and spends her time writing.
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