MEASURING SYCAMORES Sycamores shed their skins like snakes, not in translucent sleeves, but in scraps and flakes. Buttonwood bark strews the street is how Thoreau
Tag: Poetry
Three Poems By Maryann Corbett
Disorders — Scores of spring peepers swarming over and around my white tennis shoes and there’s no way out: I will murder innocents when I
Canadian Spring By John Murray Lewis
Canadian Spring Beware the icy blast, young buds And sleep a little longer still Though sun may shine and birds may trill And rain may
Surface By Miriam Levine
Surface I love to lose myself in surface things, a swallow’s dipping shadow on the grass, glossy polish on red-wing blackbird wings, shallow glimmers, silver
Autumn tree By Rana Shabibi
Autumn tree The barren branches of the blackened tree, In supplication do skyward stretch, Her frail limbs now a mere hazy sketch, Of bygone opulence
Two Poems By Craig Dobson
Honey The edges of ordinary things hammer Icarus wings against the light. Tired, older than I’ve ever known how to be, I try to save
Grand Little Things 