Ivy Vine
Live life like an ivy vine Start small, expand, wind around, then rest awhile. Resume the pace inching closer and …
Live life like an ivy vine Start small, expand, wind around, then rest awhile. Resume the pace inching closer and …
France on my mind A sweet trip of a lifetime Always in my heart
Roses, roses, roses Unbelievable fruit stands Elegant shops Chocolate surprises Lunch with friends Enticing desserts Relishing the experience
It is hard to believe a year has passed since our memorable trip to France as a writing group. Looking …
September 2012 was an exciting time for our writing group. We planned for a couple of years ahead to celebrate …
CRYSTAL BEACH AMUSEMENT PARK- Ontario, Canada The highlight of my summer vacation in the late ’60s and early ’70s was …
The following Haiku poems were written in response to a reading by Carol Henderson at a recent writing retreat. The …
I know I am special despite all the various shells that lie in heaps left behind from the high tide …
Dottye Currin is ready to add music to the mix with her smooth sticks (formerly tobacco sticks). She also …
Irene Johnson, bereaved grandmother, reads Farther Along in Boyds, Maryland. She is the mother of Monica Sleap and grandmother of …
Night time approaches Sunset colors streak the sky We are all amazed ~Monica Sleap Roaring Gap Writing Retreat 2009
I am from the snowy streets of Buffalo, NY with more cloudy days than sun. I am from Dick and …
Prompt Instructions: 1. Lines of a poem are cut apart and placed in a bowl. Each person draws a line …
You made an imprint On our hearts and on our souls Miss you Killian ~Monica Sleap 4.17.12
My Mother often talks about the beauty of hands, how unique they are and difficult to draw from an artistic perspective. …
Eleven today Years go by so fast it seems We miss you Katie ~Monica Sleap
Spirituality, to me, is a belief in someone/something larger than myself, a belief system that lifts me up and pushes …
I have always enjoyed art–taking a class here and there throughout my school years. It wasn’t until after the death …
With a heavy heart after the death of my Mother, I climbed the rickety steps to the attic to begin …