Theatre of Shade A tall thin pine is swaying in the breeze. That tall shortleaf is swaying in the breeze. It yearns, yearns for a
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
Sonnet At 8:10 P.M. By Nate Metz
Sonnet At 8:10 P.M. The effect of perspective, like how the sunset is really A funeral; the lowering of the sun like a blazing Casket,
Two Poems By Sam Barbee
Panorama misplaced horizon, false futures to chase. my love’s truths perish in corrupted dreams. unencumbered cult-lust throbs lacking grace. her ghosts divine depths of free-flowing
Two Poems By Hope Coulter
The Catcher This orb, spun and speeding—your fortune or calamity, who’s to say? Nothing in it but luck. A clonk, and you rush like a
Slow By M. James Burke
Slow Beach sand waits its clearing, salt spray tangs the gulls’ meal, harbor light dims the blackness, as ships blink caution lights appeal. Cove calm
Three Poems By Barbara Daniels
Am I Time’s Fool? Let me confess: the rosy lips I used to have left me. Fierce tempests threaten me. It’s not that I don’t
Grand Little Things 