Glass Jar World I am afloat no eyes, no touch in this senseless cadaverous world. Dreams dissipated, vapid despair. I am afloat gasping in this fragile world. A glass shard, in your no-touch world. About the Poet: Lillian... Continue Reading →
Murmurs The wind rakes his fingers through the weeping willow’s tangled hair She murmurs in response, Seagulls swirl above, ca ha ha laughter their commentary Picnickers scurry like nervous squirrels to pack up their cars, As a curtain of raindrops... Continue Reading →
Today's inspiration buffet features a quick talk and writing course from Daniel Tysdal to get you started on writing your next poem.
The Neighbors Are so quiet – they rarely appear – The washing is there but We never see them There are times When I walk out early & the street is empty When an old car with faded paint Backs... Continue Reading →
A Loon Calling on South Branch Lake When I need to hear it most, I walk down to the dock in the back of my brain where calm water waits and listen, the world grinding itself on around me, bobbing... Continue Reading →
Tracing I made an image of you from stone I cast away what did not look lovely but was left with a lack of satisfaction in the copy. About the Poet: Nate Maye is a rising poet from Texas.... Continue Reading →
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