Sestina with VioletsMother’s Day she wanders woods for a cluster of wild violets, dryad mythstill distant from her knowing, let alonemaenads, girls gone on Dionysian
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Face at the Window By Les Brookes
Face at the WindowEvery day I gaze at you gazing back. Behind you lies a storeof images and memories that Isnatch at with wings of fancy,
Closed Book By Kathryn Dillard
Closed BookI am writing our names in chalk, watching them fade in the rainWords once ricocheted off your tongue, pulsed in my brainYour spit bruised
Honeymoon Period By Maggie Palmer
Honeymoon PeriodRock candy-blue skies and Sprite in your beer,Hollywood lovers could honeymoon here -Rose-red sunsets on the water, names and hearts drawn in the sand
‘I love to watch your sleeping face’ By Adam Neikirk
‘I love to watch your sleeping face’I love to watch your sleeping faceLying in gentle repose,All those lines—of smiling, laughingCrying and frowning—have departedLeaving only your
Caesura By Morgan Reed
CaesuraYou always knew me as the thoughtful one,who never wanted to accept the surfaceof any given; if the unexamined life wasn’t worth living, I’d be
Grand Little Things 