Solitude, a Poem by Michael S. Glaser
In solitude, I am at ease with myself, able to return to my spirit when it has been shaken bearing witness to the world. In solitude, I...
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Contributor
- May 12
- 1 min
Loving My Enemies, a Poem by Clara Klein
When trouble lies ahead And evil shows its face, I am urged to retribution, But fight a different war. I do not consider them enemies,...
Jessica Noel Grissom
- Apr 28
- 2 min
Walking on Eggshells, a Poem by Jessica Noel Grissom
“Walk cautiously”, he warns, daring her to miss a step. She moves with quietness and grace, carefully avoiding the eggshells. She’s...
RC deWinter
- Apr 21
- 1 min
All Our Pretty Words, a Poem by RC deWinter
your truth may not be mine nor mine yours in fact, they may be diametrically opposed the only unarguable truths in a digital world those...
David Forrest
- Apr 15
- 2 min
Listening to Writers, a Poem by David Forrest
A writer visited my school. No cape or pipe but you could tell. I still have the notes, dictated word for word: If you want to write then...
David Forrest
- Apr 7
- 2 min
Echoes & Walls, a Poem by David Forrest
Saturday. I ask How are things in Damascus and you smile and say Fine and tell me news of your brother and sister and it’s the same news...
Contributor
- Mar 31
- 2 min
Pandemic Spring and Then What? a Poem by Elaine Zimmerman
The groundhog does not see his shadow today but I give you mine for the number of springs we missed together. Buds will open in this...
Contributor
- Mar 24
- 1 min
Voyage, a Poem by P. Matile
The neurotic phrasing of the African dreamers, Flies up to the sky And suddenly intertwines, Like the flight of swallows, Watching from...
Susan Wenzel
- Mar 10
- 1 min
Say Her Name, Part I, a Poem by Susan Wenzel
They say they can’t say her name because they can’t prove if she was murdered on tribal land or not. They say they can’t say her name...
Contributor
- Feb 24
- 1 min
And It Was Good, a Poem by Marjorie Maddox
Not the green-grey sludge snaking to the river’s edge. Not the sun’s overdone orb baking the snake to a dry bed of dust. Not the hands of...
Susan Wenzel
- Feb 10
- 2 min
Positionality/Metacognition/Rhetoric, a Poem by Susan Wenzel
(Dianna Good Sky and Rosalie Fish mentioned with permission) Who am I, I asked myself, to write about something I know nothing about? Who...
Contributor
- Feb 3
- 1 min
Dill, a Poem by Erin Covey-Smith
It is hot, hotter than it was ever meant to be. The air chewable, our thoughts limp as the beanstalks in the garden. Night a stultifying...
Contributor
- Jan 13
- 1 min
Loss of Power, a Poem by Gary Beck
In the land of broken dreams conflicting forces conspire to thoroughly divide us into clashing groups, irreconcilable politicians,...
Contributor
- Dec 9, 2022
- 1 min
Magnolia and Cherry, a Poem by Marjorie Maddox
-Spring 2021 Buds burnt by cold, they open anyway, both pink and blackened, facing the spring. Courage, not innocence: magnolia and...
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- Nov 25, 2022
- 1 min
Life and Liberty in America 2022 AD, a Poem by Melissa Brander
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. But there is nothing right or seemly that those we have asked to die are doctors. teachers....
Contributor
- Oct 28, 2022
- 1 min
Sitting in Darkness, a Poem by Russell Willis
If you are sitting in darkness open your eyes turn around to see if there’s light behind you or above or below or to the side not that...
Contributor
- Oct 7, 2022
- 1 min
Theological Tanka, a Poem by Christina E. Petrides
Each Bible hero— people who became great saints in the end of ends— felt tangibles stripped away in the maturing process. Born in San...
Contributor
- Jul 29, 2022
- 1 min
Buddy, Microfiction by Hazel J. Hall
Between the wire-barbed bar, lens cap of his life, he can see a worker approaching his cage. This time, she does not offer him food. She...
Contributor
- May 27, 2022
- 1 min
Reprogramming, a Poem by Mary Harwell Sayler
We talk to people on TV – complaining about products and fake news. We tell the weatherman, “You’re wrong again!” and criticize his coat,...
Contributor
- May 13, 2022
- 1 min
I Hear the Water, a Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka
I hear the water. It calls to me from lakes, streams, and rivers. My mother was the ocean. She carried me on her shoulders above raging...
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