Elemental Imbalance One day at the public water station in the refugee camp, the flow slipped to a trickle, thinned and choked. There was nothing. Only naked children, their young mothers, empty plastic jugs, and a smell of tiredness— so... Continue Reading →
My Mom's Angel She sat majestically atop the Christmas tree hair of gold buttons sparkling dress of white lace her wings a silver hue I watched each year her being placed with loving care upon the tree. My mother standing... Continue Reading →
Lil' Tee did time— didn't say for what. His head a shrunken dark blot riding on top of a big white jacket. He answers questions proper with his New Orleans, Yes, Ma'am, southern speak, he means respect to a social... Continue Reading →
Winter Solstice - A Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
English As a Second Language English is my second language, but the first is unpronounceable. I learned it from the cradle when it called both to and from me in my own heart’s voice, its urgency unsoundable, I echoed back... Continue Reading →
Ice Land The stream never froze, despite the arctic cold. It grew a crackly crust – burnt sugar on top of crème brûlée – that broke like crystal when we crossed it. The stream never froze, but everything else did.... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 