Cat on a Window Sill by Sebnem Sanders

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via Cat on a Window Sill by Sebnem Sanders

 

Window ©bayram salamov

Window ©bayram salamov

 

My story, Cat on a Window Sill, inspired by Bayram Salamov’s painting, Window, is in the new issue of the lovely CarpeArte Journal. Many thanks to the Editor, Eva Wong Nava for including my story.

 

https://carpearte.wordpress.com/2019/02/27/cat-on-a-window-sill-by-sebnem-sanders/?fbclid=IwAR1MixV1-5dyluHD0o18tzkazadY4518ja3xLtvsXZRgFOY7FSRfJJVAC8E

 

 

 

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Shards of Glass, from Ripples on the Pond, is up at Yellow Mama Webzine’s Valentine’s Day Issue #72

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Painting by the talented artist Ann Marie Rhiel

 

My story, Shards of Glass, from Ripples on the Pond, is in the Valentine’s Day Issue #72 of Yellow Mama Webzine, with a lovely illustration from the talented artist, Ann Marie Rhiel. Many thanks to the Editor, Cindy Rosmus. 😍

Here’s the link:
http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yellowmama/id1975.html

 

Here’s also the link to the homepage of this issue where you’ll find some familiar names and great stories:
http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yellowmama/

 

Thank you very much for reading. 🙂

 

Earth

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I’m sorry I’m leaving your topsoil,

but I must

They’re spraying chemtrails

above us,

poisoning our food, water, and air.

I must take the children to the depths of your bosom

where there’s no sunshine, a blue or a starry sky.

Our leaders have made a tunnel, you see,

I never thought I’d be buried in you before my time.

How will I teach the children about the stars and the planets,

sunshine, moonlight, a breeze, a storm or the sea?

Can these be learned as abstract notions?

I have my worries about food too,

What will we eat?

Will vegetables grow without sunshine and rain?

The scientists tell us we can survive,

they have the seeds and the means to cultivate them,

but I need to see this before I believe in their theories.

How about the sun rays my children need to absorb

for a healthy growth?

Will they fade and whither like cut blooms in a vase?

I worry about  so many things,

Have I made the right decision,

is it better to die here or underground?

I’m not sure, dear Earth,

but here we come,

to escape the population control above you,

yet no one knows what will happen

when we’re deep down towards your core.