by Carolyn Donnell copyright 2010 The road ends just behind long rows of upper yuppie houses cattle graze on hills so verdant green you’d swear you were in Erin’s land instead of south San Jose where still some fields grow… Read More ›
poem by Carolyn Donnell
Arms of the Angel
by Carolyn Donnell copyright 2009 On the arms of the Angel a line from a song The hum of the music rises to my tongue whenever I see gray-haired bent ladies wobbly walkers crossing at lights insufficient time to catch… Read More ›
Holy Ground
by Carolyn Donnell, copyright 2009 This is Holy Ground, You have desecrated our Holy shrines. Words said throughout the ages to excuse Mankind’s warring and destructive ways. But what is Holy Ground? Where battles were fought, or won or lost?… Read More ›