Ending the Drought by Elizabeth McBride It’s raining! We have waited for so long we hurry to our doorways and lean out to breathe the sweet brown smell of earth licked wet by drops that sip between roots of curled... Continue Reading →
To the Fallen Soldier by Elizabeth McBride Across the state they flew the flags at half-mast for you. And rains washed sorrow over your sweet yesterdays and our tomorrows. “Fallen” just does not describe a life lived far above the... Continue Reading →
After the Autopsy by Elizabeth McBride The poem is dry and shriveled, pinned on the whiteboard its organs neatly laid on sterile trays labeled with blue and purple odorless dry ink, the music of its synchronicity now diagrammed on separate... Continue Reading →
Mother’s Day Pilgrimage, U.S. Hwy. 131 by Elizabeth McBride We stay between the painted lines, taking our turns passing politely on the left wearing our seat belts minding the speed and sitting neatly in creased pants while looking out squeaky... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 