Variation on a line ‘Dark leaves that flick to silver in the gust’ And the fronded moon, the hooting dove, And silver patches past the
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Rainfall By Stacie Eirich
Rainfall Cleansing, cool drops dance — streaming symphonies of strings, percussive, pure peace — lyrical lightsongs, bursting blissful notes of blue — jubilant, joyful! Stacie
Flickering Light By Kailey Tucker
Flickering Light Go create your own sound and delicate movement. Set a lantern on the porch for the birds tonight. Glowing, a golden bright light,
And Now I Hear By Teresa Blackmon
And Now I Hear I hear a tireless hum inside my head. Its raspy tune I oft mistake for song or quiet buzz that plays
Three Poems By Martha Deed
6 She was not old not young either but smart, I thought ‒ nominated for a Pushcart Prize looking forward to retirement and having more
THE SEA GAVE UP THE DEAD THAT HID IN IT By Lesley Clinton
THE SEA GAVE UP THE DEAD THAT HID IN IT I. Despite their spare, haphazard burial— three feet of dirt to seal the resting place—
Grand Little Things 