Flight School A poem by Peter M. Gordon Flight School Mid-February, Central Florida Bare tops of maples, sweetgum, sycamore, reach for the sky along Windy Wood Drive and sway with weight of dozens of common grackles resting after practice flights. Blue black feathers make them easy to spot... Continue Reading →
I Wish My Mother Had Told Me A poem by Esha Malik I Wish My Mother Had Told Me I wish my mother had told me that wet sand holds footprintsI wish she had told me that ripped hair hurts... Continue Reading →
We GhostA poem by Patrick Deeley We GhostA Haunting at Woodlawn Our thoughts nudge ahead of us to the dark.We are led by a candle that tilts,its flame cuffed by tiny, side-swipe blows.Along corridors, in and out of cubby-holeswe ghost,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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