Home Writing Poetry New Year’s Day New Year’s Day By Starr - January 1, 2019 634 Streets seem tired, city, at rest. We move through balloons, confetti, Moët, leftover eggrolls, last night’s jest. 25 comments EXPLOREAllAcrylic and Digital ArtAnimationArtBlogCartoonContributor BlogsCreative Non-FictionDigital ArtDramaEssaysFeaturedFictionFlash and Short FictionGalleryHumorInterviewsJournalLettersMusicNon-fictionPerformance ArtPhotographyPhotography and PoetryPoetryPoetryPoetry and ArtPoetry and Author ReadingPoetry and MusicProse PoetryQuotationsReadingsShowcaseSpoken WordVideoVideo and PoetryWritingMore Impact of War Morgan Driscoll - January 3, 2019 Boneyard leaking bones till shifting rivers, tilting hummocks tilling plows of oxen turned to tractor, turned to combine, pull the last remaining shrined remains, and leave the now unhallowed soil to rest... Color pictures July 29, 2021 I GUESS I COULD CRY WITH YOU December 22, 2022 Drift the Corners May 29, 2025