This morning, the city slept in. Each pavement was a pillow and each street, a linen bed. The cars chose …
Who Knew. A Poem by Gita Ralleigh
Who Knew when the end came it would be beautiful? A fresh skin of earth scrubbed clean of dirt. Under …
Loo-nacy. A poem by Geraldine McCarthy
For quilted double velvet I’d sell my very soul. I dream of it, covet it, While locked in at home. …
AirBorne. A poem by Pauline Morgan
What is the meaning of a virus, airborne? For scientists, it is ways to capture; resolve to stop mother earth …
Dust Cover. A poem by D’or Seifer
She had to live in silenceno pealing as water flirtswith drop of waterin the draining sinknot even dishwashingjust pen kissing …