Why do we write? A poem by Elias Lowe Why do we write?is it not a persistent reachingthe asking of the only questionas infinite as it is brief?it looks a myriad of ways:a pile of rocks that stack and stackan... Continue Reading →
The Pioneering SpiritA poem by John Grey The Pioneering Spirit Go west, young man and woman! Not exactly. We stayed east. But we were pioneers, apartment block for wagon train, our prairie schooner, two cramped rooms with mismatched furniture, half... Continue Reading →
Anna and Her Car A poem by Juanita Rey Anna and Her Car Anna can’t afford rent on an apartment so she lives in her car. But in an unsafe neighborhood, there is no safe place to park it. I... Continue Reading →
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