Maureen Alsop
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkA nameless afternoon in a small San Francisco apartmentcontinue reading this poem
The Empress wanders long lanes of night oak. She looks up from the portrait, west, into the lowering lids of buttercup.
From “Turifumy of Butterfly Breathing – after Anne Siems”
Michael Hettich
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkI would like to make you more aware of yourself as a human, and thus, ultimately a better person.continue reading this poem
Stacy Ericson
Tags/ Posted by Kathleen KirkThe moon cannot be stolen, only borrowed. Tonight, after your shift ends, I tell you about a surprise in the freezer.continue reading this poem
Poetry by Sarah J. Sloat
Tags/ Posted by Chris Al-AswadI see fireflies instead of stars, stars instead of meteors.continue reading this poem
