The Bucket’s Gist There was never a lack for a lad and a lass of good reason to climb up the hill where they’d pass
Tag: Poetry
Suite for Santorini By Alex Miller
Suite for Santorini I. Sunlit lacquer: a swimming woman’s skin. Ochre trumpet blossoms curl over an icon-painter’s door. Bright towns darken, eclipsed by a cruise
Variation on a line By Bevil Luck
Variation on a line ‘Dark leaves that flick to silver in the gust’ And the fronded moon, the hooting dove, And silver patches past the
Rainfall By Stacie Eirich
Rainfall Cleansing, cool drops dance — streaming symphonies of strings, percussive, pure peace — lyrical lightsongs, bursting blissful notes of blue — jubilant, joyful! Stacie
Flickering Light By Kailey Tucker
Flickering Light Go create your own sound and delicate movement. Set a lantern on the porch for the birds tonight. Glowing, a golden bright light,
Three Poems By Martha Deed
6 She was not old not young either but smart, I thought ‒ nominated for a Pushcart Prize looking forward to retirement and having more
Grand Little Things 