In these our perfect gardens kept, With verdant minds compose, Our poetry to scrutiny, We graciously expose. Where we 'the poets' gather ... Read more
Poem Push
I hurry home. A poem is coursing through me, pressing against the competition. Cadence sure. A sweet aroma wafting. I follow it, letting my nose ... Read more
Poetry in Motion
I love the speed of poetry. The swift nature of it, read aloud, racing with the blood. Then it surprises with soft fluidity, pausing around the ... Read more
Table Inhabitants
A green, metallic ashtray, its belly scattered with old cigarette butts and torn packages of Sugar Twin. A crumpled napkin, two quarters, two ... Read more
