Poetry Rooted Trunk, bark, branch, leaf, fruit do not wholly make a tree therefore we lie a little ...Brent NewsomSeptember 13, 2022
Poetry Mirabilia, in the Garden If, at the harvest, I bring you a jug of cold water, and you drink till you are drunk, I am your servant.Rebecca A. SpearsSeptember 6, 2022
Poetry There was, and is I became a mother, my life upended the way persistent rain today has filled the watering can, overturning it.Rebecca A. SpearsSeptember 6, 2022
Poetry Down the Stretch, Down the stretch, late August: sad leftovers of once-orange day lilies.D.R. JamesAugust 30, 2022
Poetry How the Fog Can Matter Mid-day, a slightest shivering mist but still the sun staring over your shoulder ...D.R. JamesAugust 30, 2022
Poetry Everyone Pretending Every story has already been told and originality is dead, a student from long ago email me, one line, no greeting or signature ...Katie KaliszAugust 23, 2022
Poetry I See Your Lips Move, Lord I don't know, Lord, but sometimes I feel like all my accomplishments could fit inside a Pez dispenser, with room left over for candy ...Tom C. HunleyAugust 23, 2022
Poetry The Dark In the beginning was the dark like the dark on the road to Cochrane ...D.S. MartinAugust 16, 2022