Poetry

Carolyn Oliver August 09, 2018
Her joy lashed me. I felt my every edge whittled.
Laura Reece Hogan July 27, 2018
reaching for Teresa reaching for Thérèse reaching for Teresa reaching for the utter center of the divine diamond fruit, an arrow into flame
Greg Rappleye July 06, 2018
Surely now, the Blessed Virgin would cure Aunt Rose of polio.
Ryan Pickney June 28, 2018
There comes a day When you realize That some people are temporary.
Jasmine Throckmorton June 22, 2018
maybe we love them because they can hurt us.
George Longenecker June 15, 2018
In Knossos there was no way to write love