Live and Learn What was it that St. Thomas got to feel? What was it that his fingers got to touch? What is it
Tag: Poetry
Lilacs By Wendy Gist
Lilacs for Phyllis (An Acrostic) Luminous blossoms flash periwinkle petals and Incite a heavy-sweet odor in the high plain neighborhood. Late Spring, raising character,
Two Poems By Michael R. Burch
Medusa Friends, beware of her iniquitous hair— long, ravenblack & melancholy. Many suitors drowned there— lost, unaware of the length & extent of
Borders By Jenny Dunbar
Borders. a nowhere truck stopped made somewhere a place to rest by unstill waters where dark shielded, wrapped us, shut out the imposition of
After A Year By Aimee Nicole
After A Year We’ve dated through all 4 seasons now. The honeymoon phased into whatever comes after. Lying still as I’m in the morgue
Creation By Carol Casey
Creation Hard frozen in some time-plagued realm till purity can overwhelm the seed of beauty turns in sleep and sprouts a root, from somewhere
Grand Little Things 