Being Young, 21 Being young, 21, is everything For wisdom does not come with age Only tired bones and fade And maturity means accustomed
Two Poems By Stanley Toledo
Worlds Apart My twin sister went, I stayed. If I went and she stayed, I think I would always ponder what if I stayed.
Two Poems By Scott Darrington
Dry rocks The riverbed is packed with tight, white water, folded over the gray rocks; like the ducks that slip on frozen ponds, the
Three Poems By Sally Thomas
NEIGHBORS IN SUMMER 1. They’ve put a lap pool in. Now, up at dawn, She parts the narrow waters. Her white head, Seal-slick,
Two Poems By Sanjeev Sethi
Mixed Bag Beaucoup palpations made valuable in my think tank. Dipsosis needs to be doused: to keep it à cheval. This seems off base
Eastbourne in May By Paul Jones
Eastbourne in May We entered Eastbourne, a night-life free zone, where the benches were splintered and the beaches were stone. Residents with walkers
Grand Little Things 