Poetry

Tribute to those old friends who are so essential to our work ...

"...Wake up counting dreams so quickly gone, And wondering were some of them for me?" Dan Mulhollen explores the edge of loss.

A vision in words of desert survivor.

Unrhymed poetry for a chilled heart.

"winter scratches at my window ... "

A poem for a cold night, promising warmth.

Hope is lost, and no amount of rhetoric can salve the bitterness.

Unrhymed poetry from Mel Trent.

When the scales are set on the table, how much weight does pain carry?

Why do we say the game-talk? We all know what it really means ...

If everyone looks the same, you may need to adjust your glasses and take a look at some new possibilities ...

After a while, you start to realize a change is inevitable ...

Poetry about looking around for the source of the mud that clogs our vision ...

Unrhymed poetry from Mel Trent

At the end of the school year, new contributor Michael Lee Berger looks back on his own formative years.

Poetry about a thrill in the dark ...

Poem, unrhymed, heartsick.

Far apart, so much seems impossible, but yet ...

For all mothers with an understanding heart ...

Ah, Muse, where have you gone?

What was seen -- was it real?

Mel Trent presents a poem about that evergreen quest.

As we wait for Spring to fully arrive, Dan Mulhollen writes about hope.

Poetry, unrhymed, by Mel Trent.

Poetry by Tyler Willson.

Green and orange, crimson prisms ... a poem about waking.

Poem, unrhymed, by Dan Mulhollen.

Poem, unrhymed, about the ungentle weather that results from passion.