Two From April Eastman
Coffee in hand, gazing out the living room door. My bathrobe is blowing around me, with the waves rolling in from the tide.
Orange and yellow fill the sky as the sun rises out of the foam capped ocean. The curtains blowing into the room look like sheets hanging on a clothesline on a breezy day.
Again my robe ruffles behind me as if I were wearing a cape.
Softly the light crawls through the doorway, warming me from my curled up toes, over my legs and up to my face.
In this moment I have been cleansed. My soul has been quenched: I am ready to start my day.
I put the coffee down.
We Cried and Cried
The guns shot into the sky.
The flag was folded. The motorcycles
started. Hands were sweating
My knees where shaking.
My heart dropped.
All this in a matter of
minutes. However, the tears
would not stop flowing.
We cried and cried.
Motivation: As part of a VFI workshop, writers are encouraged by a safe, confidential environment to take the risk of self-expression. Through the camaraderie of the group, participants find a common understanding and a mutuality of respect and forgiveness.
BIO: April Eastman has written words since childhood. Expressing herself is a part of who she is. She feels life and shares in the energy that surrounds her. She encompasses art in all forms and releases it as emotion, feelings or visions. Hopefully touching another in what she finds.