The night happens without notice this time of year.
It seems like just hours ago
that it was sunny,
although it was cold.
The clouds weep grey black strings.
Sometimes, a break of blue.
The Quest
The Poets – Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Adrianne Rich – sat in the poet’s chair and spoke their poems and rhymed and sang their poems to men and women who clapped or snapped, who thanked the poet for the words.
The Letter
“Do you want this beautiful stamp?” “When your friend sees it, she’ll love it.” “It is for my sister,” I say. “She won’t see it. She is blind.”
Back Door Inception
This fishing crusade is not for food. It is for thought. It is for our thoughts, our words, our actions.
Pripyat
oh my beloved village
summer wind
forests, pine woods
where are you going?
stone road
in a dead zone
Devil Juice
Delali Norvor is a teenage writer residing in Maryland. Delali has shared with us one of the poems from a recently published book of her poetry called Baptized in GXLD.
Haunted
Human beings today are as helpless and lifeless as toys. There is always a promise and some fear that they have to live with. “Haunted” depicts the condition of the human mind under the stress and strain of modern existence.
THE OWL and the PUSSYCAT
SOME THINGS you can’t make happen, no matter how hard you try. For years I struggled to get a pop-up version of THE OWL and the PUSSYCAT published, but I could never overcome the fixed belief that the poem wasn’t well enough known in North America. I still find it strange, this idea that people […]
Seizing the Seasons
Spring comes to our identities. And so does winter. I once taught in English classrooms; now I do not. I once was afraid of public speaking; now I do it all the time. But being in this movement between the seasons is easier said than done.
Fall Song
A poem about the lake in fall
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