There was a time, back in the Days of Yore when poetry was an art and really did sound like music that you wanted to…
There was a time, back in the Days of Yore when poetry was an art and really did sound like music that you wanted to…
The clock strikes at 12 AM, Eudora though she should really come down out of the tree. She hadn’t meant to stay up there this…
Like a gift sprang up near the salty air and sea one brilliant flower unfolded vibrant and soft spun flash and red fire anchored at…
Well here it is, almost the end of June, and I am way behind schedule as usual. Why is this? I think the Stupid Bug…
This feral land born of fury and lightening flash untamed by gusty prairie winds in some chronological strata near the still earth you can hear…
They say she writes from high atop a glitzy glass tower her frailty seeping through in melancholy ink. A lovelorn poet lost she rifles memory’s pages…
This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or…
As the wind blows around those silos there and grains scatter from the hand of care the sun is going down on the village builder.…
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