The Last Storm by Brian Lawson
The Last Storm by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned
A Poem A Day
The Last Storm by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned
A Snow Day Hue by Lori Lipsky Solitude arrived today on the color white. It blew in at a diagonal
Montana Sunrise by Tim Dyson You do not know her, not really Nor do I, neither did the men Who
golden apple by Richard Mendelson how did it taste that apple in the garden imagine two lovers sitting gently together
HAI! by: Susan Elliott Evenings here, Konichiwa! The gajin came to town. Itadakimasu opens. Serving ocha all around. Itame
Equarium strange by Dr. Narendra Kumar Arya Around the lame-lit fogginess Dark figures are swimming They have the heads Eyes
Child Among Metal Sculptures by DWE Scott Roll the metal sculptures out; Shake out their gnarled limbs; Loosen their terrible
A Day at the Office by Mark Kerstetter Boggled. Paper stacked beneath a box of pencils, paint hardened in tubes,
Paper Birches by Glen Sorestad The clump birches beside the lakeshore are slowly peeling off their papery attire like well-practised
Hawk by Andrew Demcak Wings open, wind-carried, an angel’s book. Talons ready to change music to that of funeral dirge.
Neon on the Outskirts at the Break of Dawn by Allan Safarik Washed out neon in the morning sun like
Poem Found in a Wood by Ian Dudley the low sun turns puddles into sheets of sky indigo where the
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Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury When the day ends, she goes for a walk. She breathes in the autumn: How
Morning by Tim Heron Morning. She gets up. The shutters paint Her face a zebra. The curtains whisper: It’s a