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
Tag: Poetry
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
No Street by Which You Might Return By Tim Muller
No Street by Which You Might ReturnMost any day you’d take your walk -Sometimes the dogwoods were in bloom,Or sometimes in a winter gloom -You’d
Clarity By Eris Cardin
ClarityThrough my glasses the world becomes as perfect as a pictureand blurs of color coalesce to form a clear-cut structureI see the shadows of the
Grand Little Things 