Being Young, 21 Being young, 21, is everything For wisdom does not come with age Only tired bones and fade And maturity means accustomed
Tag: Poetry
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.
Two Poems By Scott Darrington
Dry rocks The riverbed is packed with tight, white water, folded over the gray rocks; like the ducks that slip on frozen ponds, the
Three Poems By Sally Thomas
NEIGHBORS IN SUMMER 1. They’ve put a lap pool in. Now, up at dawn, She parts the narrow waters. Her white head, Seal-slick,
Two Poems By Sanjeev Sethi
Mixed Bag Beaucoup palpations made valuable in my think tank. Dipsosis needs to be doused: to keep it à cheval. This seems off base
Eastbourne in May By Paul Jones
Eastbourne in May We entered Eastbourne, a night-life free zone, where the benches were splintered and the beaches were stone. Residents with walkers
Grand Little Things 