Annette Pisano-Higley > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Dear John, You imagined peace, You imagined love, You imagined unity, Or did they Imagine you? Dear John, Our beautiful boy, New York rememb..

Palms, Look once and see them, Wooly Mammoths of palms, Giraffes of palms, Graceful as gazelles And as exotic, If their roots were freed, They ..

When one comes from Nothing, Less than nothing, Surrounded by Ignorance Cruelty And hearts that gave, Then withdrew, Then took away With a v..

He shuffles through stopped traffic, Street to street, Car to car, Offering sad flowers For sale, To eyes not meeting his. His cardboard sign re..

Write a word, flutter a wing, make a wave Across the world. Speak a word, make it your own, let it be Your flag unfurled. Poets, writers and ar..

Tired of the bullets. Tired of the blame. Tired of the bloodshed. Every day the same. Tired of excuses. Tired of the guns. Tired of the death to..

I am but highly circumspect, In this, I mean no disrespect, But when the rain just pours unchecked, I need a ‘John Cleese moment’... ..

Pray for Texas...

Since I’ve been challenged, I’ll give it a try, Rhyming from Florida, while I watch herons fly. Drove out from New York a few days ago,..

New York Strong.....