Twelve Years Old and Other Poems

By Rayne Lacko Twelve Years Old The rain falls outside. A rainbow of possibility punctuates the length of Twelve’s windowsill (poised for action): Sorbet-colored ponies with magic-infused birthmarks and long curling hair, a croaking wooden frog, a blue-grey shark with an epileptic motion-activated light in its belly, a hand-painted ceramic turtle, plastic robots presumably programmed … Continue reading Twelve Years Old and Other Poems

He Who Is In A Hurry Always Arrives Late

By Nancy Malcolm "He Who Is In A Hurry Always Arrives Late"Georgian Proverb I was running, clutching my purse, and holding my powder blue Samsonite train case. My dad was saying, “Hurry, Nan! We’re so late! I’m afraid you’ll miss your flight.” We rounded the corner of the parking garage and headed down the stairs. … Continue reading He Who Is In A Hurry Always Arrives Late