Mingy Half-blind she came to claim our affection, playing the staircase game, tummy rubs, all she wished. Until the pain left her curled up
Tag: Poetry
Pastoral By Joel Glickman
Pastoral The long night walks with slow and measured steps across a field to meet the coming dawn, his pockets filled with secrets of
CRITIC By Elizabeth Myers
CRITIC Cigarette smoke forms a cloud above my head, My hand trembles at the thought of putting pen to paper. Self-doubt, it’s intoxicating. Words
Villanelle 2020 By Gabriella Brand
Villanelle 2020 Each day, these days, I make the time for grief It’s not just sadness, but a form of prayer: I watch the
Autumn By Richard Rose
Autumn Now in the russet time, with hirundines scooping low to kiss the rippled surface of waters where the midges play, I see portents
The Day the Sun Forgot to Rise By Clyde Always
The Day the Sun Forgot to Rise One summer morning, dim and dark, believing dawn had yet to spark, I woke within my den.
Grand Little Things 