I open my window, and breathe the spring air. I gaze at the new moon. Tonight, it’s incredibly clear. I hear the crickets, hidden in the grass, and I’m lost in memories of springs past. Alone, I toast this New Year with a glass of old wine. I’ll soon be fifty-five. The stars in the sky surround me, but bring me no cheer. They are so far away, and they have been … [Read more...]
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in 'Torrid Literature'; 'The Chiron Review'; 'Off Course Review'; and 'The Adelaide Magazine'. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.
I drink wine by the river. I can barely see it, and I hear it as in a dream. Are things as they seem? My wife is now dead. Wind rustles the leaves of a nearby tree. The leaves fall slowly, but relentlessly. What must be, will be. The river begins as a quiet mountain stream. It flows through lush fields and gentle hills. But in the end, it is swallowed by the … [Read more...]