by Ron Sokol | Dec 31, 2020 | Stories
2020 stripped a lot of us of our flowers, our leaves, our spirit at any given time. A pandemic has raged and taken so many away. The photo that accompanies this note is a good metaphor: We remain unbowed. Even if just one petal left, it reaches for the sun, for the...
by Ron Sokol | Dec 29, 2020 | Poems
It is so difficult In somnia Restlessness is the number one past time And it’s always past time In somnia No one drinks coffee no one Audiobooks are sold out Weariness is very common In somnia Figuring out what next to do is a major occupation In somnia The street...
by Ron Sokol | Dec 27, 2020 | Poems
Such a tender sweet song ‘Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’ no no no no no…” Well so I go inside and pull the blinds At night the moon frets if I weep even a little bit So I pretend it is a show on tv “Dad, why do you cry so...
by Ron Sokol | Dec 26, 2020 | Poems
I hate it when my lips tremble and the sniffles start and the words are so difficult to even say But it is a small price to pay for the time we did have together Funny if you are fortunate you hold your mate’s hand You hug each other often You are glad to get...
by Ron Sokol | Dec 20, 2020 | Poems
Eat a peach, that’s your question? Have you seen the waves today? How is it that I find myself here, at the precipice? Could I not just stay home by the hearth? Why must I dare the elements? I know why others do as well We long to be in the cradle of beauty, to...
