Admonitory Sonnetory The ranks of poesy are often swelled With words misspelled and poorly-crafted speech By scribblers, heedless, careless, yet compelled To share their thoughts
Two Poems By Cora McCann Liderbach
Premonition Gulls slice the air, wheeling, calling The moon dips into a sky-blue sea All my senses tingle We walk the lake at sunset The
Two Poems By Kirsten Kinnell
Disaster Maybe it’s true that it all comes out in the wash— drought, war, plague: it’s all reprise. Mothers bury children, blood sloshes in fields—what
Two Poems By Jim Burrows
The Memory Box Of a soft wood, with felt interior. Not a blood red, but somehow sinister, A red Little Red Riding Hood might wear,
Dreamtime By Tad Tuleja
Dreamtime (For Andrée) In the deep pool of morning as sun barks its warning I swim up through the dreamtime for your hand With no
Still 1 By James B. Nicola
Still 1 The liquidness of soul and stuff is found with every melting of a season, or a shooting star which, like the clinging drop
Grand Little Things 