Anhinga Drying Her Wings A poem by Laurie Kuntz Anhinga Drying Her Wings Where has she flownfor the need to stop on a lily pad and spread wet tipped wingsunder the ebb of day? What venture caused her to dive into this lagoon black with... Continue Reading →
Ovation A poem by Laurie Kuntz Ovation If this is my last poemmay my words continue. I’ll relax in breaths of finality-- I’ve joined in the laughter,the clapping after music, a hearty dinner, frivolities in all its forms. I stand in ovation for... Continue Reading →
Self Portrait - A Poem by Laurie Kuntz - "That’s me, the stick figure caught
in a cobweb...." #poetry #poem
The Silk Kimono Jacket is tossed in this bargain box, its sleeves tangle in waves of faded silk swans and blooming flower patterns, purple and peach run from the horn of the iris's trumpet. Many have worn it... the wedding... Continue Reading →
For the Broken I threw an apple core skyward to see if it would reach the moon. It fell into a field of wild roses, which were eventually cut and posed In a vase centered on a table set with... Continue Reading →
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