Closed BookI am writing our names in chalk, watching them fade in the rainWords once ricocheted off your tongue, pulsed in my brainYour spit bruised
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Honeymoon Period By Maggie Palmer
Honeymoon PeriodRock candy-blue skies and Sprite in your beer,Hollywood lovers could honeymoon here -Rose-red sunsets on the water, names and hearts drawn in the sand
‘I love to watch your sleeping face’ By Adam Neikirk
‘I love to watch your sleeping face’I love to watch your sleeping faceLying in gentle repose,All those lines—of smiling, laughingCrying and frowning—have departedLeaving only your
Caesura By Morgan Reed
CaesuraYou always knew me as the thoughtful one,who never wanted to accept the surfaceof any given; if the unexamined life wasn’t worth living, I’d be
Autumn Day 1983 By Wes Carrington
Autumn Day 1983The flag’s half-mast for our boys over there,gray clouds slump in the sky.October leaves fallen, brown on the ground,now it’s your turn to
Cut By Marc Darnell
Cut Sleeping slit on bed of skin,stubborn newborn eye,he dreams of phantom pain,a vein, a ruby sky.The heart afar is calling him,the beat repeats his
Grand Little Things 