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POETS SALON – 10/23/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson My mind–a little house made of sky. In the quiet it seems endless and potent, a universe of...

POETS SALON – 10/16/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson It was half her lifetime ago when she discovered it. When she melted gold or silver with a tiny flame, a...

POETS SALON – 10/02/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson She had built there a gallery of her works. She chose from what the ocean left her: color and form, branch...

POETS SALON – 9/25/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson one by one she rescues them takes them home with her dropped on shore the ocean’s driftwood dolls ~...

POETS SALON – 9/18/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson It was a family stew. My Maltese grandmother was the head of cabbage. She hardly cooked anymore but left her...

POETS SALON – 9/11/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson At the foot of the stairs the stones lay in wait… Later, she began to carry them home. They gradually...

POETS SALON – 9/04/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson On the top shelf in our kitchen, overlooking our Living Room Gallery where poets meet, an art show is hung,...

POETS SALON – 8/28/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson on the beach of childhood we dig as deep as we can with our yellow spades now treasure the buried sun made...

POETS SALON – 8/21/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson Challenges we face…being a community, while each odyssey, each personal trajectory weaves its thread...

POETS SALON – 8/14/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson My daughter awoke in the night with a buffalo in her closet. I saved her. The wild animals were peering in...

POETS SALON – 8/07/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson After a long day at the city of hope, we left by a side door we had not noticed before. It opened into a...

POETS SALON – 7/24/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson Being a poet, my father made me feel I could do and be anything I wanted. I could swim. They thought I could...

POETS SALON – 7/17/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson How did I find myself in the magic garden? Someone left me here one day and I let myself be lost listening,...

POETS SALON – 7/10/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson It was the steps to the sea that counted. I heard them from afar, lured by the deep. One after another they...

POETS SALON – 7/03/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson Years ago we came home after going to a late afternoon family movie. Our cat was silent so we began to...

POETS SALON – 6/26/19 Hosted by Kath Abela Wilson When we fell in love, I came to live at the foot of the San Gabriel Mountains, I inherited my...