The Last Seagull My nest is empty; all my friends are gone, Their faces fading from my memory. It’s only I who greets the sun
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Night Rain By Randall Ivey
NIGHT RAIN There must be a tin roof. No other medium will do To amplify and let through The varied soft sounds of the night.
Two Poems By Owolusi Lucky
COME NEAR FAIR LADY Come nigh fair lady shall I mummify That beauty in verses come century Your beauty shall be forever deify In April.
Sea Dream By Mel Goldberg
SEA DREAM Asleep upon the shores of wave-kissed land my silent dreams come colorless and gray as waves recede from the bejeweled sand reminding me
Two Poems By Steven Monte
The difference between night and day That vague, distracted look of someone who reads a letter, aimlessly wandering away from a mailbox, staring into, or
When my neighbors fight By Monica Fuglei
When my neighbors fight I hear the muffled sounds of their struggle through my floorboards. This house, built in 1910, was never meant to keep
Grand Little Things 