Two woman, Anita Holzberg and Ann Wainwright met over the internet with Bill Costley,
their common friend, whose wife Carolin had been Ann's good friend. Starting in
June '09, Anita sent a Cupcake poem to Ann's website cakecakecake, after seeing
the photo of cupcakes. The poem was about her grandson's first birthday party. Ann
liked that and it was the start of a wonderful exchange of poems from Anita to Ann and
Ann with color, photos, and lay-out savvy, presented them to the blog. Now, in 2010,
the two women so alike in spirit and interests, have started BetweenFriends, a new blog
site where they can combine ideas about their worlds. Ann lives in Northern UK
(Teesside). Anita lives in Northern California, Sunnyvale, (Silicon Valley where all the
computers are.) We share our lives on this blog and hope you will comment and share
yours too, dear readers and enjoy the "ride".

Monday 23 April 2012

New Poem for Spring - Anita


Birds chirp
chickens cluck
dogs bark
Cats meow
The sound of just being around
is good
really good
I throw away my expectations
and listen.

Anita S. Holzberg

Sunday 22 April 2012

Poem by Anita

Early morning
   the new day before the day
       p e a c e 
         reigns
              in this instant
                     waves recede.

Anita 

In an instant - Anita Holzberg


In an instant
    talk with you
things become
    clear
I must live like Buddha
   experiencing Now

  going over dirty
        ground
  does not keep the
       sneakers clean.

Anita S. Holzberg 

Wednesday 18 April 2012

Beverley Minster


Friday 13 April 2012

Anita poem


I stake out my life
   one more time
      humanity rocks
I am witness
    to sorrow
      anxiety
         plea bargaining
  
The message I tell myself
   is to be strong
forces will reconcile or not
    hurts will always be hurts
         A Moment of
            Bad Sundays
                pass
         liquid rain comes down
                as I resurrect
             my peace.

Friday 6 April 2012

In Paths I Run - Anita Holzberg


In paths I run
  through clouded windows
     the sun peeks
         as the river runs 
clear
   I must follow her
      and thee.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Sunday 1 April 2012

Time comes, time goes - Anita Holzberg

The spaces between writing and not
       f u r t h er
 as my mind takes other directions
       
     Writing has to be a clear shot
         a stone that ripples in the water
            freely tossed

             
         In the interim, I drink my coffee
             play piano
                "Time Comes, Time Goes"
                      as the light returns
                          to sky.