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 →
Table Who do you groan When I lean on you With my arms? You were so strong When you were a tree Bending & weaving In terrible winds While gripping the Earth with deep root Fingers From day 3 of... Continue Reading →
Were You With Me Were you with me when the army of peace fled the field When the cause and the purpose ran out ++++++++When our culture couldn't bless us ++++++++When the darker world undressed us Were you with me... Continue Reading →
The press for place I was working to understand that gravity that works both unseen and seen at funerals, giving way here to other direction, to other courts of madness, other losses dwelt on. ++++++++++But, then, place is found within.... Continue Reading →
Every Sunday we serve up a buffet of inspiration to spark some creation. We also hope you’ll share your own dishes with us. Poets are invited to post one of their own poems in the comment section. Something sparked by or... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 