by Carol Everett Adams
we like. Our waltz down Main Street
is a red-brick thrill ride. We praise
door paint and flowerpots. All signs Continue reading
by Carol Everett Adams
we like. Our waltz down Main Street
is a red-brick thrill ride. We praise
door paint and flowerpots. All signs Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Alex Pickens
The cormorant glides,
oil slick shadow
on the flawless lake, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Carol Hamilton
On the shore of sky
I stand and think Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
By Gene Twaronite
I stare impolitely,
captivated by the artist’s ensnaring
strokes that demand we enter
and drink in every detail— Continue reading
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by J.J. Rogers
I pace around the 6×9,
counting blocks again. I
hope you can make it
today; my sanity hangs in the
balance, ready to tip one
way or the other, based on those
promised few minutes of words. Continue reading