Spirits of the Bog
Beneath the twilight’s reddened glow
where silvered waters softly flow,
the maples flame against the reeds
and bullfrogs leap and hide in weeds.
Tassels of Eternity
Poets were asked to sit with this quote and write whatever it brought to mind. Three of the outstanding responses …
Paper Voyages
With cradle-hands I’ve hemmed-in worlds And fingertipped the pages And often I’ve been borne aloft In wind-filled sails of phrases …
The Last Resort
There is a secret hideaway, idyllic, out of reach of poets, where our muses congregate. They gather on the golf …
Soul Fires
The god of thunder pierced the clouds with his electric riff. Prometheus though chained, unbowed, saw lightning strike the cliff …
All in the Same Boat
You’re late! Forgive me, just a little joke I use to put my passengers at ease. Or otherwise some newly …
Warmth
A baby rests his sweaty head against my rising chest. His gentle snoring melts all dread, the bass that leads …
Liminal Space of Dawn
We watch the fading back of darkness edge / sway and feel the shrinking chill on flesh /which lies-or is it mouths?- in cooling air; / averse to moving from our rumpled bed.