The Trees Are LitA poem by Lisa Ashley The Trees Are Litafter Linda Pastan The trees are litfrom within like Sabbath candlesilluminating the cherry blossomslike pink glassy babiesunaware that they will soon be messyon the branch, the ground,blossoms turned to... Continue Reading →
MorningsA poem by Sandra L. Faulkner Mornings at the kitchen tablenicked from generations of useI unravel the yearsknit to my bodyI stuff my shellwith the crunch of sour gum seeds& the bumpy bark from pinesused as chalk for driveway hopscotchstitch together my seamswith the warble of... Continue Reading →
Yellow Crayon A poem by PF Kenneth Yellow Crayon You stare into the burning wheel of the Sun,rendered castrate and ridiculous in yellow crayon.Its friendly grin and Ray Bans are equally askew.You recall that with a diameter of one-point-three-million kilometres,... Continue Reading →
any acorn can A poem by Alan Gann any acorn canfalleasiest thing in the worldletting go can be hard but once you dogravity does all the workso any acorn cantake rootgather water and sunlightand grow ring by ring until itcasts... Continue Reading →
My Friend Gave Me Old Pictures of My Father A poem by Lucia Cherciu My Friend Gave Me Old Pictures of My Father I wanted the journals, although I couldn’tdecipher the handwriting.I wanted someone to fix my sewing machineso I... Continue Reading →
The Quiet A poem by Gary Grossman The QuietRising before the sunI leave the bed softly,my beshert unstirred,then tread across our slate-blueSpanish floor, its breatheunseen in the dark.Every day yields thin sheets ofhappiness, to be separated,and held lightly by their... Continue Reading →
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