Bottle of Sky
I pin my wash in silvered light to soft chorale of laughing leaves, the twittering of sparrows back, this golden …
I pin my wash in silvered light to soft chorale of laughing leaves, the twittering of sparrows back, this golden …
Encoded in this pebble that I found one May Day morn, (I swear to you it’s true), are secrets that …
Some day or maybe never while we’re here, those Others that we’re less than sure are real will come and …
I’ve left the world I knew behind for there are treasures I must find. The future is a course that …
Contestants were asked to respond to the timeless message of Max Ehrmann’s 1927 poetic prose essay. Their winning entries follow …
An enigmatic loneliness Has nestled on my porch— A mottle-feathered camouflage Against his stony berth. At first, I thought ‘twas …
Imagine, said the porcupine if buffalos could fly, If ocelots would only dine on elderberry pie, If silverbacks played paddy …
My lover is a sugar maple tree, her back erect and regal, erudite, her breast replete with summer’s greenery, her …