By Suzanne Doerge | Poetry
Some young tree gave of itself to become this fissured fence post. Some bit...
Canada
September 20th
By Frances James | Poetry
A sky so blue you could dip a pen into it- fading toward evening...
A sky so blue you could dip a pen into it- fading toward evening...
Ebur
By Marilyn Bradley | Poetry
It’s here, to the river, they come, to play, spray and water the little...
It’s here, to the river, they come, to play, spray and water the little...
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...
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...