Sophia's Hands A poem by Diane Frank Sophia's HandsJust before she was born,her father tripped over Emily Dickinson's grave.Her poems are wiser than her years,and sometimes I wonder howthese words can come from a penheld by such small hands. Her... Continue Reading →
It Takes A Village A poem by Linda Williams It Takes A VillageThe wet green ferns glisten in the rain:A community of ferns,Growing here beside the path,Established in their neighborhood.Not alone, however, for growingThrough, the largest frondIs a stemmed flower,... Continue Reading →
CrowsA poem by B.J. Buckley CrowsI've been communingwith the cheerful raucous crowswho gather and dispersetheir flap and clatterperipatetic through the town,favoring the old neighborhoodswith their stately treesand lawns, or the parkswhere, despite our cloistering,scraps are still to be had,as well... Continue Reading →
Arrested Tongues A poem by Njeri Wangari Arrested Tongues A year agomy tongue got arrestedroaming the streets at night on Silent Avenue Her charge,possession with intent to distribute On herwas an ounce of wordswhich when inhaledcauses loss of all inhibitionshallucinations... Continue Reading →
Interlude A poem by Lorraine Caputo Interlude Twilight has long faded tonight here in Los Crepúsculos* & still a few tamunagueros work in sparse streetlamp light, finishing their mural of San Antonio – their sun still bright, the cuatros & tambores waiting for the next festival. Los Crepúsculos – a neighborhood in Barquisimeto... Continue Reading →
The Bin Men A poem by Jennie E. Owen The Bin Men When she awakes, it is a grumbling world.Not quite light, her children sleep like resussDolls on the mattress; fingers stiff in the early chill. Grey boils, roils with... Continue Reading →
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