By Marilyn “Misky” Braendeholm: A small stone makes me limp with boulders. A small sliver feels like a tree caught…
Browsing: Poetry
By Lusike Wabuge: I’m almost picturesque perfect The epitome of innocence Second to Virgin Mary Daily I struggle Within me…
By Laurie Kolp: Entwined- our arms a rope connecting us with love; your touch the fiber to my soul. And…
By Allison Grayhurst: The stone drops, settles in the sand like a beetle. Lovers die for lack of trying. Children…
By Noah Siela: We call soda pop here. And I’ve got my own way of praying in the night listening…
By Laurie Kolp: Drugstore glasses forgotten …in the kitchen …in the den …in the bedroom like our clothes last night.…
By Nicholas Alexander: We are the body politic, the ones who walk the city’s streets in search of salvation and…