Marsha Olitsky is a poet living in Philadelphia. Bourgeon is delighted and honored to provide a home for her first publication. She writes: Growing up...

Do you remember what you told me when you broke the cartilage of my comp notebook, the royal blue one with those speckles, the poems to...

Chase the Squirrel, the Acorn The last time I held my father's hand,I was seven years old. Standing over the grave of a grandfatherwho was now...

Closer to the Sky Now I can see my life with new eyes,leaving the east for the west,bringing me closer to the sky,close enough to...

Tomatoes Tell The Truth No smell matches Just after a spray The water taken quickly The thanks immediate They tell the truth This universe of tomatoes Persisting in dry baked days Eager...

Editor's note: This poem was a finalist in the the 2021 Gaithersburg Festival Youth Poetry Contest. The Rain of Today The sputter of raindropson the steel...

Yellow Whistles, 2021 Buttercups sway in the wind on wispy stems, tiny fairies in grass forests, chirping silently of meadows and woods seeking to escape...

Our Pandemic Blues my friend Jack tells me aboutthis new syndrome called surge depletion. it’s likeour human batteries are running low after working so hard to...

Sky Song Listen Up: Making Music from the Northern Lights – The Guardian, 12/22/2020 At the top of the North, Aurora hangs curtains of shimmering light across...

The Porch Reddish-Brown are the screws buried beneath the porch Remnants torn down long ago, replaced by hard work Built on the backs of the strong Stood on...