Sonnet from a bodyDreams are a lie that consciousness has told to give it comfort in the span of sleep: for in their absence, death
Three Poems By Richard Long
Groom, Texas, on RTE 66 When I checked my voice mail west of Groom where the Cross of Our Lord towers over RTE 66, a
Two Poems By Gary Borck
Why I love London It’s not the sound of old Benjamin striking through the improving London air. Nor the lions- guarding Nelson- sat within the
Two Poems By Laura Plummer
The Last Seagull My nest is empty; all my friends are gone, Their faces fading from my memory. It’s only I who greets the sun
Night Rain By Randall Ivey
NIGHT RAIN There must be a tin roof. No other medium will do To amplify and let through The varied soft sounds of the night.
Two Poems By Owolusi Lucky
COME NEAR FAIR LADY Come nigh fair lady shall I mummify That beauty in verses come century Your beauty shall be forever deify In April.
Grand Little Things 