Another Lonely Paradise
To see the snake there I am amazed I do not have to kneel on the wet ground. If a …
To see the snake there I am amazed I do not have to kneel on the wet ground. If a …
Our memories, once so sharp and short, now litter the landscape with the bones of our hopes. It is strange, …
This is an older poem with brand spanking new title… There was this once before the writing dried up and …
We learned it is less interesting to know …
The rain on the back of my neck reminds me to snap the yellow rubber coat. I think of the …
Palettes & Quills 5th Biennial Poetry Chapbook Competition with Judge Alan Britt Open to All Writers Prize: A $200 cash …
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