Is it the end? A car curled around a tree, a sleepless night waiting, a man walks out the door, black clothes and shadows surround a deep hole. Fast forward: A car spray-painted bright colors, embraced in green-leafed branches, a new man walks in, flowers and laughter chase away shadows. Not the end, a new birth. Beauty beams out of the wreckage.
Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. That led to a long career in technical writing. She retired into creative writing. Her poems have been published in WyoPoets News, Duck Head Journal, Ancient Paths, Dark Entries, The Red Lemon Review, Agape Review, Bullshit Literary Magazine, Storyteller’s Refrain, Wilder Literature, Paddler Press, and Gone Lawn. Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is available on Amazon.
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