Author: Veronica Hallissey

  •                           THE MOMENT THE STAR FELL                                I must call you by name that will pull you close to me. I’ve searched for something, some one word that will torch you and bring the inner light to bear.                       I cannot know my love, what name you wore when first we saw the bright…

  • We Are Earth’s Prayer And Benediction Over the years I have asked us all to fall in love with our Earth.   Obviously it must have been easy for me because I am still in love with her even though I am ending my earth cycle.  I described it as a oneness,  a union nothing dissolves…

  •           I was a young girl of 12 and it was our first summer on The Farm and it was a hard one.   But it also was filled with good food straight from the warm earth.  My mother had a talent for growing things in the city despite its polluted air…

  • To Remember is our Liberation. . .I remember once or many times saying that I wish to pick up a book and understand what they were saying.  I wanted wisdom.  I wanted to understand.  I wanted there to be a difference about me that others could see and say she is different.  I am different. …

  • To change history. . .a new path. . .   I had been at sixes and sevens (so to speak) this week.  I should explain that the idiom means things being in great doubt with me. The idiom is centuries old coming from (more nearly surmised) the English.  Since I married into an Anglo Saxon…

  • For Sitting On The Porch. . . It is a night for sitting on the porch. The night is soft and there is a breeze about. Soft.  A love night. . . How could it be better? Only to share with an Other whose eyes see as mine do; the shapes of the trees against…

  • For Sitting On The Porch. . .

  • As I See It. . . .

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