PAST PEAK The leaf peepers came in great numbers With reservations booked at B & B’s: Prepared to photograph a landscape glossed With vivid orange,
Tag: Poetry
History By Dana Wildsmith
History Some dirt should stay. Not every tool should be wiped clean; not every day can be resolved like math or music in a major
I love and fear you, mother, as I love and fear myself By Cloe Watson
I love and fear you, mother, as I love and fear myself How do I count what I couldn’t possibly owe? How do I speak
Heart Ajar By Alex R. Encomienda
Heart Ajar I am halted at the stop light and you are there. With glossy sideways teardrop eyes aloft, And hair like a painting by
Region of the Black Rose By Sam Barbee
Region of the Black Rose Bodmin Moor − Cornwall My love, I must answer daybreak’s bleak chime, rise to defeat the rising clang’s rhymes of
Two Poems By Nancy Knowles
Be Still In the feast of too much striving, the glutton is disgraced, courting waves of feeling, motive and obligation without grace. The iron escalator
Grand Little Things 