MOCKINGBIRD LOVE What a plain yet passionate troubadour. One thought of her flames his inspiration. He will learn two hundred songs and more, All to
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Last Supper By Don Niederfrank
Last Supper She graces us with her presence— Gracious presence, divine and hers. But leaning with damned dependence On one who shared easier years. We
Two Poems by Kevin Burris
American Gothic Shadows are shifting on a fresh cut lawn, on an afternoon torn between cloudy, sunny. High summer’s drifting, both here and gone. At
For fear of flight By Scott Schonfeldt-Aultman
For fear of flight For fear of flight I cage my soul, and starve it near to bones Watching closely, guarding-like As it burns like
Her Language Candesces By Robyn Leigh Lear
Her Language Candesces Moon glow surrounds the campsite— where memories are mad in the dark and waterfalls form clouds of fractured perfection. Mother said, Be
Two Poems By Drew Pisarra
Yttrium Why did the weather turn cold and drizzly driving us two to seek shelter inside? Why did we neck until I grew dizzy? Why
Grand Little Things 