WHEN MY FATHER DIED When my father died, my mother, in her grief, chose to believe he had become a certain, blinking, star; a sentinel eye
Tag: Poetry
Two Poems By Douglas K Currier
To a younger woman When you think of your life: the work, the debt, and ponder at the worth of waking still, then sleep
Two Poems By Carol Hamilton
A Kyrielle for the Nursery So tender your smooth flesh at the first When love jumps to provide for each thirst, But soon the world
Formal Wear By Alex Andy Phuong
Formal Wear Formal wear Elegance and refinement Grandiose opulence Wear and tear Accompanying aging And dressed up On the final day Looking beautifully Into
Two Poems By Mark Niedzwiedz
Being Young, 21 Being young, 21, is everything For wisdom does not come with age Only tired bones and fade And maturity means accustomed
Two Poems By Stanley Toledo
Worlds Apart My twin sister went, I stayed. If I went and she stayed, I think I would always ponder what if I stayed.
Grand Little Things 