Metempsychosis It is from stuff of stars that we are made, sent back again the journey to complete. Each visit then begins a new parade
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
The Twilight By Roger Stoll
The Twilight (Sestina) She’s sitting in the approaching twilight. Her elbows rest on the arms of the wooden chair. Her hair is wavy, wispy
Two Poems By Jeff Burt
Western Omelet I love an omelet with Rhode Island eggs, comingled with shredded sharp noodle-sized cheese and sprinkled with salsa to give it some
Separate room in heaven By Yuliia Vereta
Separate room in heaven I hope for those people With only three passions in life Namely solitude, cheap coffee and even cheaper cigarettes, There is
Life Story: Thirty-Nine Lines By Emily Strauss
Life Story: Thirty-Nine Lines I saved these big peaches in the basket for you, come in, I also have apple trees the plums are
Three Poems By William Doreski
Reeking of the Equinox The sour breath of trash cans overflows into the park. The rain has depleted our moods. Still masked against
Grand Little Things 