Featured Poem 12/23 – “The Changing Light”
The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea...
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The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea...
The party was a nightmare–loud music, people I didn’t know and who I couldn’t talk to–so I fled to my growlery and made myself a nest of comfort amongst my books and chewing gum....
Museum by Glyn Maxwell Sundays, like a stanza break Or shower’s end of all applause, For some old unexplaining sake The optimistic tread these shores, As lonely as the dead awake Or God among...
Their relationship had been strained for a while now, but David, ever the micawber, bought them tickets to the Twilight movie in an attempt to rekindle their spark. She dumped him a few weeks...
“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.” -Dejan Stojanovic
Gooseberry Season by Simon Armitage Which reminds me. He appeared at noon, asking for water. He’d walked from town after losing his job, leaving me a note for his wife and his brother...
Jo succumbed to her clinomania and spent an entire month under the covers watching Chuck and eating candy canes. clinomania (noun) 1. Excessive desire to stay in bed.
“My mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible.” -Edward Gorey
Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm by Carl Phillips So that each is its own, now–each has fallen, blond stillness. Closer, above them, the damselflies pass as they would over water, if the fruit...