Fragmented I am a prism, the pieces of myself fragmented into color-coded chambers. I am a spectrum split between wavelengths of refracted inferred and iridescent radiance. I isolate, absorb, and reflect. I am a double helix, fighting upstream on a... Continue Reading →
Inspiration Buffet: This week’s buffet features "Since you asked" a poem from Jane Attuncci's chapbook First Mud. Her poem delivers the question of, "Are you writing the poem or is the poem writing you?" Since you asked - by Jane Attanucci... Continue Reading →
Now that I think about it I don't understand the bumble bee, why it wastes time impregnating flowers. I hate commitment, imagine myself coasting around, never stopping long enough to foster growth of any kind. Then I see my nephew,... Continue Reading →
Process spinning circle that tells us thinking is going on a wait sputtering sound the car is trying to turn over just not quite yet not quite yet. About the Poet: Nate Maye is a rising poet from Texas.... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 