Once… There once was a woman from Newcastle Whose life was surely a hassle She had 12 kids Who all had the ‘vid And her
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Vanity By Jordanna Miller
Vanity I felt the warm air clog my lungs as bedsheets sliced my skin. The shadows stared, distorted limbs trapped in walls of white bone.
Ghost Crab By Denise Gilchrist
Ghost Crab Ghost crab basks seaside Dying in the morning sun Front claws raise skyward I bow to the hard, wet sand As the horizon
Two Poems By Emalisa Rose
An occasional robin The squirrels remain. Three or four catbirds a surplus of blue jays the mourning doves and an occasional robin. The branch of
When You Are Old By Bob McAfee
When You Are Old you spend hours on a bench in early morning Paris cold beneath the verdigrised statue of Charlemagne outside of Notre Dame,
Two Poems By David Ram
Objects Are Closer Than They Appear Coasting down Steady Lane near the meadow, where eastern pines open, covering gravel with sun and casting crooked gray
Grand Little Things 