by Stacie Eirich
Read More »It beckons with promise
with something
bittersweet, something
that could break my heart.
Tag: Poetry
Entrancing a New Season
by Chris Wardle
Praising, rising, raising
the spectral shimmering
of this wavering twilight,
misty thunderstorm remnants
lift reality’s fading vision
of a whole field moving
obscured, yearning
learning to dance, entranced
by this one evening’s mystical turning.
Firm Footing
by Emma-Jane Peterson
Your footprints melt away in tide-washed sand.
Enough of you remains to follow to the crevice
where you shrink, your mind confronting fear.
2 poems
by Kelly G. Wilson
Read More »leaving a perfect gleaming blade that cuts
through our lives so cleanly
The Day I Did Nothing
by Riley Shin
Winter mornings take a dismal form.
Except for today, when I roll over to face
The Sun too wonderfully warm
Not to sit and savor his gentle embrace.
So today, I do nothing.
Read More »This Morning
by Jeffrey Zable
Upon awakening, I had this hopeless feeling that nothing mattered—
mainly, that my life didn’t matter!
I have awakened with this feeling many times before and have just
made myself push through it—especially when I was working or had
something important to take care of.
part of an organ protrudes through the wall of the cavity containing it
by Ainsley Dodson
well my mother?
she was born here
she was born with a hernia
that’s not a metaphor
A Cold Morning
by Curt Hill
Another cold morning here.
I think of the unhoused,
Where do they go as the temperature
drops and the rains come?
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