by Tom Puetz | Nov 11, 2022 | Poetry
More Than Flowers I heard it firstThe hummingbirdThen saw it Backlit by the setting sun it hoveredSnatching insects from the airMy hardened heart thus openedIt’s message given and received Shattered souls and hummingbirdsMore than flowers need © Tom Puetz... 
by Tom Puetz | Nov 6, 2022 | Poetry
Feet My feet went down a thousand trails when I was in my prime.I didn’t think of path or purpose or direction I should find.I don’t remember choosing the way that I would turn.I went barefoot and with boots on, I’d trudge and walk and run. There... by Tom Puetz | Nov 6, 2022 | Food for thought
Ramblings from the heart My lighthearted look at soul crushing angst is the best way I have to handle struggle and strife. That thought catapults me into the recliner facing my window on the world. Here I sit . . . and sit . . . and sit. This is pretty lame, just... 
by Tom Puetz | May 11, 2022 | Food for thought
Thomas Jefferson would say I’m in charge of my own wellbeing. I gladly accept help from family, friends, community and the United States government, but if I give them control over my mental health I also give up the key ingredient of recovering from PTSD. That... 
by Lori Shupp | Mar 25, 2022 | Poetry
Scars I couldn’t say what was wrong. When the pain became too much and I became numb, I cut my flesh to make the blood come. It was a scream. When I writhed in pain without sound, The blood spoke for me. The only witness....