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A Story by Eve


Victor was playing his last song of the evening at Aruba's by the beach. His fingers knew every note but his mind and heart were wandering elsewhere t..
Me and My Voice

Me and My Voice

A Poem by Eve


I've been writing for quite a while; a couple years now tentatively, at first, afraid of what readers might think my early verses were very ..
Night

Night

A Poem by Eve


Night is a pillow, a quilt of stars a songbird softly singing nocturne an exhalation, glass of red wine porch swing, a sigh. Slow ro..
Good News

Good News

A Poem by Eve


Good news; a very encouraging phone call! then the telephone rings again, a short time later this one, a negative call; Jeez, did they have..
In The Garden

In The Garden

A Poem by Eve


Can't the gardens be my friend? graceful trees, comforting, peaceful; the flowers bright and cheery Birds that fly just below the blue sky; co..
Present

Present

A Poem by Eve


The earth is my omnipresent inspiration, no matter what may happen No matter how many times I see the carmine hibiscus flower Blue-black boat..
Pain

Pain

A Poem by Eve


Painful; this world starts to seem too difficult for words, but, thank God, it's worth it.
Still Life

Still Life

A Poem by Eve


I sit atop the hill; watch time standing still, jade leaves drift by Lemon green light, brilliant dark, malachite butterflies Flat grass b..
Magic Dust

Magic Dust

A Poem by Eve


Magic dust; easy to brush and apply Turn the bottle upside down; see shiny sprinkles begin to touch the opacity. With my bottle of gold gli..
Two Faces

Two Faces

A Poem by Eve


In fact, nothing more than sparse lines etched into surface of clay Yet one may discern love at play.