Pale Ale You loved Pale Ales and green American Spirits My favorite kind of red flag Bannering across my amber eyes Love can taste like
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
A Heathen’s Winter Solstice Prayer By Carl Kinsky
A Heathen’s Winter Solstice Prayer The summer solstice past, Earth’s axis shifts, its north pole tilting further from the Sun till sunlight lands but weak
Two Poems By Russel Winick
Skepticism On Valentine’s Day I read postings and poems By folks who sound blessed with the happiest homes. The skeptic in me must still wonder,
Three Poems By Hibah Shabkhez
Clutch-Clasp The clasp on this clutch is my grip On you, breath. It looks strong But in a single choke or slip I could so
Two Poems By Bogdan Borgovan
Mother and I In the beginning, the iron fence protected the young tree from badgers and other wild animals. With arrows pointing upward, it hugged
ménage à trois By Cynthia Bernard
ménage à trois I’m in a long-term relationship with Insomnia now, lucky me – quite intimate. Sometimes he greets me at bedtime, bringing his friend,
Grand Little Things 