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...

Poem for a Guy From Work I am sorry for not listening when you told me about your mom;Cancer is hard, and I was trying...

Rhinoceros In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...

Serena is a passionate poet and writer who lives in the Midwest. Some of her favorite hobbies include reading books and spending time in...

FACE My face distorts and dances in the rippling water. And a goldfish floats through my nose. SCRAWNY KID Scrawny kid. Lean against your crumbling shack, And try to paint with...

The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021 America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...

Words I Write are words you read.Do my words bring you warmthlike sun on shoulders? Exhilarationlike riding a motor bike fast?Laughing childrenwho make you laugh? Poems...

Indian River I had no idea when I threw the mangrove seed, wishing for brighter days, clouds prowled over the mainland. Perhaps my offering failed, perhaps nothing could be done. But...

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River time’s a runny egg yolk always on brown toast honey & oats medieval peasant teachings...

Settled in the Gray Dust weighs down the roomgiving an unfocused appearance, yetsomehow adding emphasisto the few items that remain:the soft table in front of...