Mother and I In the beginning, the iron fence protected the young tree from badgers and other wild animals. With arrows pointing upward, it hugged
Tag: Poetry
Guillotine By David Stephenson
Guillotine Of course you’ve heard of me. I’m the French guy who engineered an elegant machine to shorten enemies of the regime repeatably, no mess,
COMING UPON A RUINED TEMPLE By Sourav Sengupta
COMING UPON A RUINED TEMPLE As I intrude among your barren walls To seek repose in fallen beams and stones That once held up your
Emotional Enigma By Helga Gruendler-Schierloh
Emotional Enigma Stars brightening the horizon, not to touch, merely to see, diamonds of an ethereal kind to be admired with reverie. Songs inviting to
Autumn Drunk By Sarah Kalthoff Sims
Autumn Drunk Two basil plants wilt in the windowsill; tea kettle screeches on hot coiled iron. Her curls cling tight against her cheekbones. Lipstick rings
Three Poems By Dan Campion
The Red-Tailed Hawk The oak from which the red-tailed hawk flew stands mouse-gray and leafless, plainly lifeless, years from when the red-tail perched there. Time
Grand Little Things 