Ed. Note: Another in our series of poems by writers who participated in Arlington Writers Resist.
My anthem is the serenade of birds,
sung without regard...
Tent
Sometimes in the morning,
before opening my eyes,
I dream of our tent,
that tiny green dome.
From behind its walls
thin as skin, I hear birds,
leaves, a brush...
Do Bushes Burn in the Desert of Sinai?
Is it a regular sight, spontaneous combustion in the shimmering heat?Still, Moses could not have been anointed...
“Don’t Lose Sleep Over It”I dislike it when people say,
“Don’t lose sleep over it.”Chances are, I probably will.
No matter how miniscule the item in...
