Murmurs The wind rakes his fingers through the weeping willow’s tangled hair She murmurs in response, Seagulls swirl above, ca ha ha laughter their commentary Picnickers scurry like nervous squirrels to pack up their cars, As a curtain of raindrops... Continue Reading →
The Neighbors Are so quiet – they rarely appear – The washing is there but We never see them There are times When I walk out early & the street is empty When an old car with faded paint Backs... Continue Reading →
A Loon Calling on South Branch Lake When I need to hear it most, I walk down to the dock in the back of my brain where calm water waits and listen, the world grinding itself on around me, bobbing... Continue Reading →
Tracing I made an image of you from stone I cast away what did not look lovely but was left with a lack of satisfaction in the copy. About the Poet: Nate Maye is a rising poet from Texas.... Continue Reading →
Table Who do you groan When I lean on you With my arms? You were so strong When you were a tree Bending & weaving In terrible winds While gripping the Earth with deep root Fingers From day 3 of... Continue Reading →
Were You With Me Were you with me when the army of peace fled the field When the cause and the purpose ran out ++++++++When our culture couldn't bless us ++++++++When the darker world undressed us Were you with me... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 