Being Human

knows it's a trick

Dec 30, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

My Mother's Recipe Box

A nostalgia problem

Dec 9, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

Certainty, always a sign

A found poem from the Sage of Baltimore

Oct 29, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

In the glow of the heartless box

The vending machine blues

Oct 22, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

two plain souls

every being has their spells

Oct 15, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

Things are always in transition

Oct 13, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

Don't be afraid to dream

A little ode to the other side of wakefulness

Oct 5, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

Every day a sliding door

Indecision forever!

Oct 3, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

You can't always make the long ride last

If you need hope, if you're coming apart ...

Sep 15, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

A letter to a place in my heart

Apr 14, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

You are the sunrise

Even daffodils can only sway so long

Mar 11, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

I keep my memories on onion skin

Love used but not wasted

Jan 29, 2025 • Elizabeth G. Howard

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