EPITAPH I’ve loved it all, and I’ll miss it when I’m gone My life’s been my art, and I’ve told it in my song. —
Tag: Poetry
Two Poems By Russel Winick
Coaching NarrativeCoaches who emphasizeCharacter that they buildMostly lead, I surmise,Teams that are getting killed The Country Craft StoreWe ventured to a rural country craft store,Admiring
Two Poems By Lee Evans
WINTER SOLSTICETo stay at home and watch the sun go down,And let the world turn on its starlit wayInto the night, after the shortest day—To
Table In The Wilderness
Table in the wildernessthat absence we have begun to know so wellseated in our souls as worlds rushand time’s chatter runs in unspun threads, adrift,
What Moves Us By Amelia Michelle Nicol
What Moves UsDesigns for towns, these places usually moveto the sounds of the river, the constant rushingExpansion of soil or retracting floods, provethe diligence of
ERAT HORA BY Mark J. Mitchell
ERAT HORA She placed her jacks back in their small red box then squeezed her red rubber ball hard as prayer. A spot behind a
Grand Little Things 