Poem In A Box

Oarlock, Oar (Y, W, V, U, F)    by Katrina Vandenberg still I hail from smokestacks girders closed factories McClouth...

Afterlife by Laurel Smith The Old Ones say herons are the spirits of those condemned for the sins of their previous lives, ...

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins Nothing is so beautiful as spring—            When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and love...

(211)  by Emily Dickinson Come slowly—Eden Lips unused to Thee— Bashful—sip thy Jessamines As the fainting Bee— ...

REVERSE SUICIDE The guy Dad sold your car to comes back to get his money, leaves the car. With filthy rags ...

WHITE TREES    by Patricia Kirkpatrick “Hope is an ‘intuition of emptiness’ with which we make agreement…” -Fanny Howe ...

Allow the Year Allow the year to end, clouds gusting in an ocean overhead and the sun on its passage to solstice, si...