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I remember you, fog, do you remember me?Poetry

I remember you, fog, do you remember me?

Sherry CassellsSeptember 3, 2023

We are under a spell today the rules of gravity suspended birds float through the fog It is my eldest [ insert caveat here…

Tanka for ZaydaPoetry

Tanka for Zayda

Sara ClancySeptember 2, 2023

my kitchen again -- the flash of sunlight on the counter was you and has me talking to the sky

Losing ModalityPoetry

Losing Modality

Tom StrongSeptember 1, 2023

Machines under alarm a squeeze from a warm hand. A whisper—please don’t die. I tried to reply but got confused in all the commotion…

Quiet RecognitionsPoetry

Quiet Recognitions

Morgan DriscollAugust 30, 2023

When distant wishes calling you in breezes rushing off the bay, return, as blush of deja vu, of distant whisper calling you to kisses…

6:11 a.m.Poetry

6:11 a.m.

james stephenAugust 29, 2023

I slept in a small room I dreamed there as a boy the moon came & went wind knocked on my windows sometimes in…

BREATHLESSPoetry

BREATHLESS

Daniel J. Flore IIIAugust 28, 2023

(Warning: Adult Content) I was just writing this poem where I was going on and on and on when really I just want to…

Detroit RiverPoetry

Detroit River

Tom StrongAugust 27, 2023

The annoying drone a mile over the hill, I-35 tinnitus. It helps to pretend it’s a waterfall or rapids or squalling river valley winds.…

To You, I Shall Be Unique in All the WorldPoetry

To You, I Shall Be Unique in All the World

Kaci Skiles LawsAugust 26, 2023

I coaxed you into my life like a wild animal and loved you too hard. Like when the fox said to the Little Prince,…

In Rehearsal for DeathPoetry

In Rehearsal for Death

Dale PattersonAugust 24, 2023

He conforms his tired bones to the shape of a bed, crosses his arms, lets eyes go to grey- spinning the world a needle…

The Last GoodbyePoetry

The Last Goodbye

Raymond HuffmanAugust 24, 2023

When you get off the boat your perception changes You watch things more closely Like my beloved old tree dying I never imagined it…

Lost at Sea PantoumPoetry

Lost at Sea Pantoum

Susan PetersAugust 23, 2023

Lost at Sea Alzheimer’s Pantoum I first noticed when we sailed as we often did from Robinhood Cove to Bath. A thick fog swaddled…

In Space and TimePoetry

In Space and Time

Dale PattersonAugust 22, 2023

The distance between us is a giant red star. The irregular shapes of particulate matter- drifting away. Your eyes looking elsewhere.