Occupied Territory An eye for an eye Has made us both blind. What’s mine is now yours What’s yours was once mine. An endless story
Tag: Poetry
Three Poems By William Conelly
THE GRADIENTS BETWEEN A falling branch, bull moose or bear, the stray shot from a hunter’s gun— ex-urban friends consider threats like these unworrying. They
summer Day By Valerie Forde-Galvin
summer day morning breezes set the trees to dancing in rhythm with the tao and the sprightly redbird song all is still at noontime slow
Two Poems By Frank William Finney
I Met an Old Muse who lived on toast and tepid tea and napped in a chair in the library. One day she woke up
Seventeens By Maurice O’Sullivan
Seventeens At seventeen, my world gleamed green and I, a lad astute and keen, believed that if I could persist no bounds or limits would
Plea to the Bill Collector By Richard Matta
Plea to the Bill Collector Yes, Youth is mired with debt in loans from Luck who carries its notes and won’t forgive chances to unburden
Grand Little Things 