Only the Instruments Change I sat in a stone courtyard, sprinkled with fallen leaves, like colored pencil shavings. I was bombarded: a cacophony of lawn mowers, a litany of leaf blowers. Relentless invasions steal sleep, and haunt waking hours. The... Continue Reading →
Signature Dish How did it happen? I don’t remember choosing there was no proclamation that this was my turf do something right once, it’s a tradition sweet potatoes are my signature dish. In late November I paw through produce at... Continue Reading →
Attitude “I’m coming, I’m coming. Can’t you see I’m busy?” I yell at the microwave’s beeps and scrolling Your meal is ready! Your meal is ready! Siri, you don’t understand me, I have to repeat and repeat. The camera’s great,... Continue Reading →
Obdurate Wanderers The last shadow puppets Killing time Riding goodbye horses Made of glass Chasing dreams Dead and buried Along the river of Lucidity Listening to nature's Ambient song So beautiful Lulling wandering souls The smell of sulfur Giving sneak... Continue Reading →
Continuing Helen lives on an island, a sandy petal. War comes. She makes her meals, sells what she can in her small shop, sits with the moon, a sick child, waits. About the Poet: Kenneth Pobo has a... Continue Reading →
It was a daunting task to select just six poems. But after carefully reviewing all the wonderful poems we’ve had the honor of publishing, we finally made our selection for this year’s Pushcart Prize Nominations. Our congratulations to all six... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 