My Signature Dish is Myself A poem by R. Elliott Martin My Signature Dish is Myself My kitchen is a laboratory, Pork on the range, Stir fry on my mind, ketchup laden meatloaf baking, and the smell of onions, mushrooms,... Continue Reading →
What My Friends Say A poem by Carolyn Chilton Casas What My Friends Say —after “Limitless” by Danna Faulds Creeks say, find your own way, no matter the dams constructed attempting to steer your course. You alone know where you... Continue Reading →
Throwing Rocks A poem by Cami Rumble Throwing Rocks No matter the size of the body of water the typical human instinct is to throw a rock in— to make one’s mark, perhaps, to defy the depths of a crater... Continue Reading →
Aurora Rising A poem by Joe Bisicchia Aurora RisingAnd, see, sun draws near,props on each ledge, andgives keen hint.It may be an overcast mistbut here nonetheless,as a city now stirs,high-rise by high-rise,corps de ballet in a line,one by one by all.Not... Continue Reading →
Roof DeckA poem by Michael T. Young Roof DeckInside the mind it’s like a small house: a fixer upper that’s not quite as roomy as advertised. At one end, the ceiling is too low for the daily jumping jacks. In... Continue Reading →
Fresh Air Walk During a Pandemic A poem by Ken Gierke Fresh Air Walk During a PandemicA light rain that would not touch me, wasfollowed by sunlight that surrounded mefrom a respectful distance.Pollen seemed deferential. Skirtingthe edge of the trail... Continue Reading →
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