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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Where Is Home?
Where is Home?Within my walls of skin and bonesI carry all that I need to be at home.As I bend into a tent and extend my limbsMy arms and legs create my base.Sheltered upon the earth, My folded body stretches, holds firm. I rise like a tree, roots embedded.My branches...
Change
Change--Pennies from HeavenI hear the jiggle of coins—pennies from heavenNickels, dimes, and shiny quarters,As my pockets dance in sync with my walk.Divisions of money are almost irrelevant.I miss the art of writing out a check, The careful addressing of name,The line...
Remnants of a Loved One
Remnants of a Loved OneI smell my mother when I get my hair cutThe sickly-sweet scent of hairspray.I smell my mother when I walk by a side streetWhere the staff takes a smoke break.My eyes catch the shimmer of diamondsRings and necklaces danglingAnd her regal presence...
Mystery Unraveled: Whispers
Mystery UnraveledBehind closed doorsWhispers.Not bedtime romance but hushed voicesNot to alarm the kids.But they didn’t know that walls hold secretsThat whispers are forerunners to actions.The move billed as an opportunityTold a different story.The picnic on the floor...
Designer Sandwich
Designer SandwichA crunch on the outsidePreferably pumpernickel rye toastedNot too thin or thickJust enough to hold the center.A mixture of texturesThat meld the outer vigorWith a smooth snap.A thin coating of DijonBefore the bed of lettuceRipe tomato slices, sharp...
Harmonize
HarmonizeI close my eyesOpen my earsHear the soundsOf the morning.The rumbling rhythms of Garbage trucks, The swish of a sweeper,The sweet high notesOf a warbler, the ca-chagrackle of the crow.I’ve come to knowThis song as my greeting.I, in my high-rise,No longer a...
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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