Am I Time’s Fool? Let me confess: the rosy lips I used to have left me. Fierce tempests threaten me. It’s not that I don’t
Three Poems By Sally Thomas
WILDLAND FIRE For my son That night, the fire you photographed––respiring And pulsing in the trees’ bare bones, and scouring Mountainsides, and hissing its exultet
Rain By Wendy Gist
Rain “And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.” –Gilbert K. Chesterton Restorative
Weeding the Garden By Edie Meade
Weeding the Garden common weeds sprawl outstretched to me: spurge, henbit, cocklebur, red dead nettle nursery-rhyme names that remind me of my mother she wanted
Two Poems By Coleman Glenn
Precarious She’s at the age of scrapes and bruises; edges seem to find her face. The floor beneath her feet refuses not to wobble out
Pool at Night By K.E. Duffin
Pool at Night Stars are swimming in green inland bays as meteors score captive El Greco skies dreaming of whiplash doves and jays, of stealthy
Grand Little Things 