Glass Jar World I am afloat no eyes, no touch in this senseless cadaverous world. Dreams dissipated, vapid despair. I am afloat gasping in this fragile world. A glass shard, in your no-touch world. About the Poet: Lillian... Continue Reading →
Poem One: Sea Glass Shades of green, amber, milky white smooth, mysterious bits of tumbled glass. Whose hands held you to their lips? Touched where? A long time ago. Poem Two: Recluse Dune shack dweller these many years... Continue Reading →
Lavender Days It was a summer of letters. You there, me here. The days of thinking slowly, rolling words around until they landed just right. The days of ink to vellum blotter dabbing splotches, hand heavy with emotion or tear... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 