At The Crossroads by Lynn White
I’m at the crossroads looking each way, looking carefully then deciding which road to take. One way leads to paradise,
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poetry is alive by Steve Anc
Do not stand at the grave and weep Ah, souls! There is no death in poetry. Cause the sea could
watermark by Michael Allyn Wells
a well derived crest like a family crest but not only one dimensional horizontal a draft confidential for your eyes
Poem by Kristy Snedden
A wave curled over my bed last night, fell into my center. Surf ran through each cell. The words I
Our Graceless Ways! by Cailey Tarriane
Mother calls Dad out for smoking and dipping too much time on screens, among many other bad habits. You’ve always
The Moon by Jaya Sharma
Tattooed into my blood, are the memories of every evening spent with you screaming in my face. Your indifference towards
A Birthday Party by Linda Booth
It was raining candy. Sarah had never seen such a downpour of deep reds, bright yelllows and glistening silver sweets.
Your Poem Here by Bruce McRae
I’ve put you in a poem. In it you’re standing on a dock after you’ve finished painting your verandah. You’re
Four Questions by Michael Allyn Wells
I asked will this all work out. You said blue nights are the best They are found in all the
When I Am Late by P. Christine Schmidt
It is in the way she speaks with Boston seared into her words. Her pigeon-toes peering outward Level with earth’s