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An Act Of Kindness..by Michael
A Poem by
Michael Reisman
Holding a door for someone or pulling up their chair, An act of kindness. Helping the elderly cross the street Will bring the same smile to ..
The Edge Of Daylight..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
The edge of daylight peeked through her bedroom window at sunrise one Saturday morning. Caroline rubbed her eyes and slowly made her way into the ..
Summer Rain..by Michael
A Poem by
Michael Reisman
Summer rain felland washed the plants and flowers. They grew and flourished beneath the warm sun as they Slept through the evening hours unde..
The Blender..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
Looking back, Steven remembered a favorite place he used to go to in his high school years. It was a small but cozy place that served breakfast an..
You Never Forget..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
You never forget your first love. For me it all started at a birthday party I was invited to by my high school friend Michael H. In the basement of hi..
A Whisper And A Word..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
Sometimes less really means so much more. Margaret met Jonathan on a long line waiting to get into a movie theater one Saturday night. They stood ..
Losing This, Gaining That..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
Maria went to a high school reunion as the forty year old was wheeled into the entrance by a friend of hers. A car accident from her freshman year..
From One Large Pie..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
On those cold winter months every Friday was aritual when I ordered one large pie for me and the girlfriend. Sometimes with extra cheese, sometime..
Golden Slippers And Powdered Wings..by Michael
A Story by
Michael Reisman
The kitchen radio would play and five year old Samantha would dance around the floor. Her little feet and hands were so synchronized to the music ..
Follow The Whispers..by Michael
A Poem by
Michael Reisman
Whispers tell us where to go and what to do. A silent guide of the inner voice which helps To choose our path. Maybe intuition, maybe a Guar..
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