Tassels of Eternity
Poets were asked to sit with this quote and write whatever it brought to mind. Three of the outstanding responses …
Category: Mixed Form
To the Coming of Autumn in Ballina
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
Inspired by the Photo
Poets Collective conducted a contest and found each of the top picks equally impressive in capturing the spirit of this …
I’m a Child of the Wild
I’m a child of the wild and kin to the wind – I – like her, can change angles and …
The Magic of Place
We watch the fog sweep silver brush across the greenboard mountains– left behind? The questions unerased. Have those mountains been …