The Babysitter What sugarplum dreams might I give you tonight? Can I send you to Nod on the gray gander’s wings, from a garden
wheelchaired (by) yours truly, the happy recluse
wheelchaired Bird atop a flagpole soared— mind skewered on spinal cord. yours truly, the happy recluse has no bio to speak of…only his uni
Michal By Dan MacIsaac
Michal I was dangled as a snare for David. But I did not care: my whole heart raced. His voice was wind over water over
Three Poems By Gale Acuff
Even though I’m only ten years old I don’t have much time remaining to me in the sense that I could die at just
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WHEN MY FATHER DIED When my father died, my mother, in her grief, chose to believe he had become a certain, blinking, star; a sentinel eye
Two Poems By Douglas K Currier
To a younger woman When you think of your life: the work, the debt, and ponder at the worth of waking still, then sleep
Grand Little Things 