By George Fraser
In my head are images of you I am sure it’s what keeps me...
United States of America
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...
Stooping in the Fields
By James G Piatt | Poetry
All day long, she stoops to the dull cadence of a hopeless song flitting...
All day long, she stoops to the dull cadence of a hopeless song flitting...