At Rest He can be found at the cemetery most afternoons for as long as he can stand the heat, or the cold. By the hour he sits there on a small iron bench in sight of her grave. It... Continue Reading →
In collaboration with the Ministry of Artistic Intent and the Water Witch Poetry & Reading Series, Poetry Breakfast held an editor’s roundtable reading at the Water Witch Coffee house this past Thursday. Poetry Breakfast would like the thank the wonderful... Continue Reading →
I Fumbled in the Darkness for My Wings But they were broken. So I abandoned flight, and took to walking, though “maps” and “destinations” were unfamiliar to me. I’m looking for an adventure, now, in my wingless, flightless state. So... Continue Reading →
Hydrangeas Two knights stand sentry, sworn protectors, rooted to the Earth of Pinewoods fortress. Wooden falchions raised and intertwined, brothers in arms dagger the sky- a warning to the Cardinals about to descend in sermon: None shall pass. Helmet snowballs... Continue Reading →
Long Butts I should feel good, grateful really, as I leave Shop ‘n’ Save bags full of fresh produce, soft bread baked today, Hungry Man dinners on sale, Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes, fried chicken with apple crumb cake, a... Continue Reading →
Birding Where lichen blooms green on the hickory. Where an unblinking rabbit hunches in his burrow. Where dried hydrangeas and broom sedge rustle in the breeze. I watched you carry an armload of oak through the uphill brush and stack... Continue Reading →
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