Hobo to HoboWrap your better big thoughts in your kerchiefand tie them to a stickand shoulder them as you have done—and go.They are not wanted
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I By Sara McClayton
I I am not the one who craves the light, Who sleeps in blaring caves of light.I am not the knife who slits the dreamsOf
AS A CHILD By Michael Parsons
AS A CHILDAs a child I longed to fly – but not like a kite, with its strings taut against the wind,strangled, dipping, plunging to
LAST CALL By Lindsay McLeod
LAST CALLIf this isn’t what you’ve yearned for or indeed what you are cravingthen cup your hands, drink deeply of a sweeter misbehaving.If you cannot
Good Friday in Jerusalem By Fred Donovan
Good Friday in JerusalemSoldiers command the rooftops while belowin a courtyard lined with orange treesa crowd collects to walk along the Way of Woe.Franciscan monks
The Good Literary Citizen Pays Fees to be Murdered by MFA Assassins By Ron L. Dowell
The Good Literary Citizen Pays Fees to be Murdered by MFA AssassinsYour poems do not fit what we are looking for; a big fat NO,Your
Grand Little Things 