The Sexton The Prince appears with friend in tow and asks me who a skull belonged to, trusting I would know. I answer, thinking fast.
Tag: Poetry
A Thanksgiving Prayer By Father Richard Libby
A Thanksgiving Prayer For falling leaves, And brilliant eves, And longer sleeves, And Autumn’s gourd; For air that’s cold, And colors bold, Red, orange, gold,
Hand of God By Sarah Collister
Hand of God Detroit, MI Once I saw the open Hand of God And a nude man perched on it, looking up In fear or
Afterwards By Jo Angela Edwins
Afterwards What is it that makes the triste from the tryst, the stricken from the splendidly ablaze? As if the huff and tumble must insist
The Bookbinder’s Dilemma By Tallie Gabriel
The Bookbinder’s Dilemma It turns out in fact that in the encyclopedia of all things, your picture is nestled just between the sun and moon
“white noise in dawn rain” By Jenny Dunbar
white noise in dawn rain blocking memory in dream black cat’s ear pointing Jenny is a published writer of poetry and prose at present working
Grand Little Things 