The River and the Crows A poem by Karen Vail The River and the Crows The path along the river is steeped in green.The summer crows cast an alarm as I pass,scolding me, an interloper. Their sharp jibes only encourage... Continue Reading →
Raised On Rust - A Poem by Karen Vail
On Being Twelve When I was twelve I longed for the sleek Schwinns My friends rode to roam the neighborhood. They were shiny, swift, and cool With skinny tires and three-speed gears To help with hills. An adolescent status symbol... Continue Reading →
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