by Karen Benke
On the walk home my son and I gather leaves.
At the kitchen table he colors them blue.
One by one, we tape them to the window
next to the pink snowflakes he and his babysitter make. Continue reading
by Karen Benke
On the walk home my son and I gather leaves.
At the kitchen table he colors them blue.
One by one, we tape them to the window
next to the pink snowflakes he and his babysitter make. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Lisa C. Taylor
When the whale dominates
the frame,
everything that isn’t whale
becomes insignificant. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Erik Moyer
It starts with a sinking feeling,
pennies slowly unpinched.
They pool like sentimentals
in a dented box, head hung
and eyes down, a pink slip
wadded in your pocket. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Elisabeth Murawski
They carry him up the mountain,
give him chicha to calm.
What is an honor? Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Cooper Young
Today, the stars are hidden
behind a veil of blue.
The waves turn themselves
inside out, and my parents
bob in the water, beyond the break. Continue reading