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
Tag: Poetry
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
The Wasp’s Nest By Wren Jones
The Wasp’s Nest Plant stems and wood fibers mesh with waters, thin grey sheets emerge from yellow and black queens, gift wrapping precious oval sack,
Last Supper By Don Niederfrank
Last Supper She graces us with her presence— Gracious presence, divine and hers. But leaning with damned dependence On one who shared easier years. We
Two Poems by Kevin Burris
American Gothic Shadows are shifting on a fresh cut lawn, on an afternoon torn between cloudy, sunny. High summer’s drifting, both here and gone. At
For fear of flight By Scott Schonfeldt-Aultman
For fear of flight For fear of flight I cage my soul, and starve it near to bones Watching closely, guarding-like As it burns like
Grand Little Things 