A Disconnected Memory A poem by Lylanne Musselman A Disconnected MemoryIn a quaint café I dine alone, hungryfor breakfast. Happy for some me time.I journal while waiting for a Belgian Waffle,blueberries and bacon; sipping coffee, I look up –notice everyone... Continue Reading →
The Quiet One - A Poem by Lylanne Musselman @LylanneM "If I’d faithfully kept up lessons,
I would play My Guitar Gently Weeps."
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Gathering Grandma A child of the Great Depression, grandma became an adult who stocked up on paper towels, toilet paper, coffee, sugar, and flour by the pound, even those braided multi-colored area rugs. Her upstairs bedrooms, once occupied by her... Continue Reading →
April in Indiana Squall clouds romp and rumble east, flashing memories of the root cellar located in my grandparent's back yard. An underground bunker born out of fright from Palm Sunday tornadoes in 1965. I remember the static on our... Continue Reading →
Stuck In “The Office” The office is where my young cousins and I were shooed off to whenever the restaurant got too busy on a weekend night after a ball game that brought in hoards of youth…not much older than... Continue Reading →
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