short poems about life and love

some believe that water knows all things washed by rain, and holds as treasure jetsam tossed into its cold depths which sediments...

there was a time when you could set your watch to the 5:57 amtrak as it rumbled through the only crossing in...

i. she played a mermaid, once, in a made for TV movie. the ratings weren’t great, in case you’re curious, making it...

i. raven hair, a sacred crown cascading in thick torrents down the nape of her neck. hunched over, she pours over the...

at the end of our road a rusted metal fence holds a faded “dead end” sign hanging askew. beyond, dead trees bleached...

a wooden bowl forgotten on the patio and filled with rainwater reflects a crescent moon peeking between the limbs of sleepy pines...

i. Without warning the sky can fall in neat needle-stitched rows, precisely spaced and GPS guided to knife across terrain older than...

morning fog hangs low over the trail as i run, the faint and familiar path leading me deeper into memory. on both...