By Linda Imbler Metal Santas An eclectic gift-a full mailbox. The Publisher’s Clearinghouse hope against the statistics. The unnecessary true name or occupant, who will it be today? All sorted by good men and women in small trucks. The mighty flow of ads, a likely stream of more. The nature of peoples’ ink hidden within … Continue reading Metal Santas and Other Poems
Poems by Linda Imbler
On The Day After Your Medical Moment Your image, the oldest of the photos Lying within this album of faces and souls. You asked forgiveness the day before you died, Then slipped away when my eyes turned aside. The rattling heater cannot stop the chill That is shaking my bones, though my world stands still. … Continue reading Poems by Linda Imbler
Poems by Linda Imbler
When All Looks Dim, You Keep Shining Do not give up the fight to keep love from growing dark. Your endeavors to light up the world do matter. It will seem that those who hate do not slow their efforts, but nothing changes quickly, and all hearts can find truth. When it seems like fear … Continue reading Poems by Linda Imbler
Third Place Short Fiction Contest: Animal Plots and Schemes by Linda Imbler
Jasper Beorn, my Sphynx cat, is an ancient soul. He is also extremely intelligent. He lives with me in a small cottage house along with his brother, the rescue dog Maurice, who is, through no fault of his own, a few pickles short of a hamburger. Maurice is not the reason J comes across as … Continue reading Third Place Short Fiction Contest: Animal Plots and Schemes by Linda Imbler
“Do I Stay Or Do I Go?”
By Linda Imbler Fruit or dairy which is your preferred? Why cant I have both, or better yet mix them together for that sweet creamsicley goodness. One or the other must show superiority? Really? And what’s the prize? Day and night come together to create twilight and dawn, allowing us to embrace these most romantic … Continue reading “Do I Stay Or Do I Go?”
The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
By Linda Imbler The construct of realized man is the ultimate conceit. The finished image of man is a blasphemous myth. We must never believe our desire for perfection was consummated. We must never resist evolution to then be threatened with the sword of Damocles. Life should be transformation. Change should be life’s very quality. … Continue reading The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
Academy of the Heart And Mind 