The Willow TreeOh! Willow aged fair and tallAbove the shadows of this wall,Tonight your humble grace I seeAnd to you must say curiously:Beneath yon dome
Seedtime By Charlie Green
SeedtimePower lines disrobe and drop their months-long icy parkas. Frisky crested irisesburst through the soil, ogling the glintof each new-living pigment. Berries keep tartaround the
Two Poems By Russel Winick
Simple ExplanationWe saw a neighbor while out on our walk,A friendly guy who always loves to talk.But this time, after mentioning the weather,He said he
vacation hiking in Vinicunca, Peru By Sylvester Kwakye
vacation hiking in Vinicunca, Peru06:15 am, i tape my tired kneesto my chest just to cuddleit to keep running tillthe mountain top.the sea blue sky
St. Christopher and the Christ Child By Connor Watkins-Xu
St. Christopher and the Christ ChildCummer Museum of ArtJacksonville, FLDoes he calm the storm, or call it closer? Divinity hasn’t stopped the weight of his
Swifts in the City By Dominic Palmer
Swifts in the CityNimble little needle-threaders,pirouetters, flicker-lettersflocked along the lighter weather,fingertips of Bach in feather,Blazon-screeching summer riders,ancient travelling aether-gliders,Apodidae, pilgrim-dressedfor long-remembered flights to rest.Swift to
Grand Little Things 