by Janet Fichter | Poetry
Oh waking morning glory arrayed in colors bright, Like me, a weed of tangled path just searching for the light. Your opening eyes of color are looking for the sun. Once light is found, your colors round can rest, the search is done. Persistent in your...
by Janet Fichter | Poetry
Looking in the mirror,Staring myself down…Hurling condemnation,Beaten up with accusationI’m a fool and I am weakLooks like there’s no hope for meThe face I’m seeing eye to eyeMakes me cringe and want to hideThis mirror’s not a friend to me. Looking in the...
by Janet Fichter | Poetry
Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash Every fountain of delight springs up from your life within me! — Psalm 87:7 This place where yearning faces fear,Vulnerability asks for a full embrace,Inclinations stripped and thoughts laid bare,And every hesitation gone.Can I let go...
by Janet Fichter | Fiction
Photo by Sabine van Erp on Pixabay It was a typical Saturday. I was up early to get my morning exercise in and fix breakfast for my husband. Like usual, I felt a bit rushed knowing I also needed to visit my mother. These weekly visits with her took most of the day,...
by Janet Fichter | Fiction
Photo by Martin Adams on Unsplash The brilliance of light permeates every direction; and though I try to see beyond it, there is no way to discover its source. Nothing with defined form or shape is visible, for no darkness is allowed. Yet, somehow in the midst of...