By Theresa Wolfwood | Poetry
everywhere the pale whispers of olive blossoms bulldozers gash the innocent earth puffs of...
Poetry by Continents
We are still here
By Theresa Wolfwood | Poetry
Last night we went to the seashore My father carried my little brother He...
Last night we went to the seashore My father carried my little brother He...
An Afternoon in March
By Theresa Wolfwood | Poetry
put away the banners stack up the placards the demonstration is over a few...
put away the banners stack up the placards the demonstration is over a few...
Needy Minds
By Grace E. Reed | Poetry
I need to free my mind from me So that perfection will delay swallowing...
I need to free my mind from me So that perfection will delay swallowing...
We Are the Canaries
By Theresa Wolfwood | Poetry
We are the canaries in the mine shaft of daily fear of a suffocating...
We are the canaries in the mine shaft of daily fear of a suffocating...