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
Tag: Poetry
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.
An Ode to Food By Tyler McCurry
An Ode to Food Saffron rarer than a harvest moon. French silk pie you have to eat with a spoon. Carnitas street tacos that
A Long Walk By Adeline Cruz
A Long Walk You’re the morning breeze; The song the sparrows sing; Every glint and golden beam, Shining through twirling leaves. You’re the sprawling
Grand Little Things 