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The Night Takes FlightA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThe night takes flight on a blackbird's wing nesting within the curve of my spine. |
SpringA Poem by MissyI watch as birds soar up over my head,The sun gleaming its light,The trees rustle,As the wind blows over me.I see green as far as I can see,Hills fly .. |
I AMA Poem by Arly ParentI am every shudder you’ve ever madeevery whisper o’er every graveevery wail of every babeevery schnikt of every bladeI amThe flutter of ev.. |
Angel DustA Poem by David Lewis PagetAn angel fell to the earth one day And lay with a broken wing, I saw her lying out on the path And thought I was seeing things. &l.. |
Can poetry matterA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the debate between accessible and difficult poemsPoets' poems and poems for peopleOnly the single poem and private reader matterBoth kinds and anyt.. |
Caterpillar furA Poem by Robert RonnowSpring is sprung.Clouds of maple.Skies of pine.Red in green.Serviceberry understory.Spring is sprung.Skunk cabbage spathe.Black birch sap.Poplar flowe.. |
Angel in the CageA Poem by gabiaimeeAngels come in every shape and size. |
Fear and AweA Poem by Robert RonnowSpring. Same plants, same order.Monday morning, open for business.Tractor-trailers, day care centers.Every leaf that’s coming out is out.To toni.. |
Microstory 60: What the Birds Are SayingA Story by Nick FishermanThis is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about. |
Young EagleA Poem by Healing StarStopped on the road to wait for Stephanie and Laura and JD to catch up with us going to South Twin Lake to Kayak and tube, and about 150 feet into th.. |
ForeshadowingA Chapter by Nick FishermanDeath. Death reached out to a number of passengers on the plane from Somalia to Seychelles. After having to make a slight adjustment to their flight p.. |
The Intoxication of YouA Poem by Kelly ScheppersThe Intoxication of You A calm of emotion stirs within me, as my heart in absolute splendor takes wing… all a flutter by th.. |
Song of SkiesA Poem by ElainiSpring feelings morphed into rhymes. |
Poor RobinA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then,Poor thing… The house that poor young Robi.. |