Bridge A poem by Laura Foley Bridge I want to write long lines that spread like water across a page, words to assure me beauty still exists and has meaning. I want my words to bridge unscalable cliffs over human... Continue Reading →
After a Migraine A poem by Laura Foley After a Migraine I hear mourning doves, robins and wrens,quelling my brain’s aural debristhat for days played too loudly with itself.Now, I reflect how the mind in painturned reflectionless cave. Now, I... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 