The Last Seagull My nest is empty; all my friends are gone, Their faces fading from my memory. It’s only I who greets the sun
Tag: Poetry
Night Rain By Randall Ivey
NIGHT RAIN There must be a tin roof. No other medium will do To amplify and let through The varied soft sounds of the night.
Sea Dream By Mel Goldberg
SEA DREAM Asleep upon the shores of wave-kissed land my silent dreams come colorless and gray as waves recede from the bejeweled sand reminding me
Two Poems By Steven Monte
The difference between night and day That vague, distracted look of someone who reads a letter, aimlessly wandering away from a mailbox, staring into, or
For Love of the Giant Squid (in sapphics) By M. Anthony C.
For Love of the Giant Squid (in sapphics) Dear, you shaved. Your legs that were rough are squid smooth— Calves like leaves spread, arrow-tipped tendrils;
Tribalism By Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon
Tribalism A small dog barks. A bigger, fiercer one barks back, assured of his dominance of winter’s still, night air. They’ve never met in daylight,
Grand Little Things 