By George Fraser
In my head are images of you I am sure it’s what keeps me...
North America
Liberation
By Suzanne Doerge | Poetry
Some young tree gave of itself to become this fissured fence post. Some bit...
Some young tree gave of itself to become this fissured fence post. Some bit...
Where is Dignity?
By James G Piatt | Poetry
I hear political-crickets carving up America into the late hours of the haunting night...
I hear political-crickets carving up America into the late hours of the haunting night...
Desperation
By James G Piatt | Poetry
In political metaphors where shadows hold the sins of time and space in silence...
In political metaphors where shadows hold the sins of time and space in silence...
A Child’s Mind
By James G Piatt | Poetry
A long time ago, when I was but a child, I saw things more...
A long time ago, when I was but a child, I saw things more...