Sing Until the Sun Comes Out

By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was a cold, gray, winter’s day.  Two inches of freshly.

Directions

By: Joseph J. Mazzella “Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!”  I had just woken up and.

On The Side Of Love

By: Joseph J. Mazzella For the last three nights I hadn’t slept too well.  I.

Soak Up The Sun

By Joe Mazzella For the first time in ten days the clouds cleared, the blue.

In The Spirit of Love

By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was an early autumn afternoon several years ago.  The air.

At a crossroads

By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was the summer of my 16th year.  I was 2,000.

The day after Christmas

By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was the day after Christmas 33 years ago.  I was.

A Quarter from Nanny

By: Joseph J. Mazzella I was sitting at my kitchen table the other day with.

Always a student

By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was an afternoon in August.  I was just short of.

It’s not fair

By: Joseph J. Mazzella It was a cold, damp, dark, dreary, rainy morning.  It was.