Poetry

...the sun silvered through ... a veil of cool clouds

We are immortals in our genes ...

Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer from Itasca, Illinois.

Hello to you from the gray gloomy city, Where crowds unconsciously worship despair ...

A Metis Indian lady, drunk -- hands blanketed as in prayer ...

A list of projects as long as my arm -- Where to begin? How to endure, finish?

...extracting the oil that smoothes my journey through this iced ether of communication ...

I'm a raindrop Chicago baby, silhouetted in the night ...

The athlete is in range, he eyes the orange rim ...

Insignificant things contain <br> the meaning of life ...

Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer from Itasca, Illinois. He is heavy influenced by: Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, Leonard Cohen, and Allen Ginsberg.

Nobody truly realizes, how many thoughts ...

When it comes to poetry, no one says it more ... turgidly ... than Madame Senior Editor.

Bright moon lights dark nightscape; Black clouds come unbidden to mar the beauty ...

If you find no poem on your doorstep in the morning, no paper, no knock on your door, and your life is poorly edited ...

I haven't had so much as a bite, but this is still the best/ time of my life...

"Far too young, he was -- they said ..." Yes, all of them are.

The time has come for Mother Edith, and her Angel, too.

Ultimately, this is all we can do ...

The future is as unlit as a windowless hall at night.

Tyler Willson continues his verse about family and love.

The poetry of vampires.

Another sonnet from Tyler Willson to his wife.

One thing to be said, but kept from being said ...

A new season, a new heart.

Poetry considering the things that we find ourselves listening to ...

Tyler Willson begins Poetry Month with a sonnet to his wife.

Poetry for a cold and lonely time.

The spiritual journey, the spiritual eye.

Effie Collins presents a trio of poems: "things a person could think in that instant before an argument..."