Prelude to the Frost Winter is not coming. Within our embrace, I see only tulips. I feel only the warmth of your skin and the
Two Poems By Mark Blaeuer
Theatre of Shade A tall thin pine is swaying in the breeze. That tall shortleaf is swaying in the breeze. It yearns, yearns for a
Sonnet At 8:10 P.M. By Nate Metz
Sonnet At 8:10 P.M. The effect of perspective, like how the sunset is really A funeral; the lowering of the sun like a blazing Casket,
Two Poems By Sam Barbee
Panorama misplaced horizon, false futures to chase. my love’s truths perish in corrupted dreams. unencumbered cult-lust throbs lacking grace. her ghosts divine depths of free-flowing
Two Poems By Hope Coulter
The Catcher This orb, spun and speeding—your fortune or calamity, who’s to say? Nothing in it but luck. A clonk, and you rush like a
Slow By M. James Burke
Slow Beach sand waits its clearing, salt spray tangs the gulls’ meal, harbor light dims the blackness, as ships blink caution lights appeal. Cove calm
Grand Little Things 