Dying Compass we travel as unthinking as clouds sailors with our skin rooted to the ship seashells loving the freedom brought of decay the sky and the sea weld together in our drift we are calm, of few emotions, both... Continue Reading →
Why I Still Have Hope For Humanity is because on a train this morning packed so tight with heart pounding humans of every stripe from chest to beating chest our arms could not be raised, though the filmy heat of... Continue Reading →
At Rest He can be found at the cemetery most afternoons for as long as he can stand the heat, or the cold. By the hour he sits there on a small iron bench in sight of her grave. It... Continue Reading →
In collaboration with the Ministry of Artistic Intent and the Water Witch Poetry & Reading Series, Poetry Breakfast held an editor’s roundtable reading at the Water Witch Coffee house this past Thursday. Poetry Breakfast would like the thank the wonderful... Continue Reading →
I Fumbled in the Darkness for My Wings But they were broken. So I abandoned flight, and took to walking, though “maps” and “destinations” were unfamiliar to me. I’m looking for an adventure, now, in my wingless, flightless state. So... Continue Reading →
Hydrangeas Two knights stand sentry, sworn protectors, rooted to the Earth of Pinewoods fortress. Wooden falchions raised and intertwined, brothers in arms dagger the sky- a warning to the Cardinals about to descend in sermon: None shall pass. Helmet snowballs... Continue Reading →
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