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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Nostalgia
Nostalgia- A song, a smell, a scene-I made a playlist of songs of the 70s and 80sWhen I collected records With hard earned money.I play these with the hope of those timesWith words and notable vibrationsTo jolt the world into light.Add to these, Latin rhythmsThe beats...
Store Front Sweeper
Store Front Sweeper WomanI’ve traveled worldwideTo places called third worlds.Dirt roads and hutsManicured by women sun-risersWelcoming days beginningWith the swish-swish of their broom.Sweeping the past away, making each day fresh.Here in Burien where I reside,An...
My childhood comfort food
My Childhood Comfort FoodA bowl of spaghettiButtered, no cheese or red sauce.Challah, bread of braids, Torn by my greedy hunger.Consumed with gusto,And if I was patient, sliced and toasted.Apple pie with more crust than filling,I tended toward starch, crunch Leaving...
Caught in a Storm
Caught in a Storm-- North, South, East, WestBaltimore snow drifts, high enough to Swallow a five-year-old.Lost in white I had to fight.Biscayne BayCrossing the Causeway,A twirl of windBlackened in tornado gusts.A sixteen-year-oldShaking in trust.Puerto Rican GalesPalm...
Palms–they give warmth
Palms The warmth between the palms Settles me,As I take hold of her hands.Cushions of loveHoned with soft padsYears of love, flows. An exchangeReceived, With no explanationOr expectation.The warmth between the palms.Often my mother would reach across the aisle to...
A Criminal Sleeps?
A Criminal sleeps? I pass the man curled on a bench.His one leg bent touching the ground.A plastic bag acts as his blanket.I see his chest rise and fallBreathing the air.I walk with his despairTo swim in my privileged life.All this before the sunrises.He is gone on 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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