Light A poem by Shaun R. Pankoski Light When I think of myself as strong, I think of hauling huge rocks in a wheelbarrow, or jugs of water in big blue containers. I think of being the smallest recruit on... Continue Reading →
Imbued A poem by Shaun R. Pankoski Imbued They say yellow is the color of intellect. I say it's the color of happy. Saffron finches bob and weave, frolicking in newly mown grass. My fried egg breakfast startles me with... Continue Reading →
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