It is Late
The rain on the back of my neck reminds me to snap the yellow rubber coat. I think of the …
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The moon at first light…
Palettes & Quills Chapbook Competition
Palettes & Quills 5th Biennial Poetry Chapbook Competition with Judge Alan Britt Open to All Writers Prize: A $200 cash …
Protected: Neil Stonechild Went Out With His Summer Shoes On
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Time is a God
Another rewrite, or as I like think: applying what I have learned… Each thing speaks for itself and in speaking …
This Oasis
Today I offer my annual rewrite of this little poem… I have bruised my knees on the glass in this valley …
A Walk in the Rain
after Eamon Grennan An older poem reworked and hopefully improved… Gray morning rain washes roses. Mrs. Rafferty hangs washing, underclothes …
Poetry on the run 