Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...away from the noisome crowds reeking of desperation and idiocy..."
"I read the weatherman’s report..."
"... we found ourselves singing for days on end..."
"...at least there's still long walks at night..."
"...soul rustling back and forth to find comfort where there's none..."
"...Lawns frozen into a vast aprons..."
"...Has it made you recover yourself and focus?..."
"...I hurry to write these words..."
"...praying endlessly for an answer in all this infinite space..."
"...humour and pathos combined incongruously..."
"...They wax and wane with the sunlight trickling through..."
"...Ink chest-space with flames to burn doubt..."
"... Clueless how to approach such a thing...."
Barbara A Meier is a writer living in Lincoln, Kansas. She loves all things ancient. She works in a second-grade classroom and in her free time she likes to drive the dirt roads around Lincoln.
"...off balance, but gaining hope..."
"...three feet of water, migrant rats crossing their own Irish Sea..."
"...everyday starts at zero ground zero until we can’t ever again..."
"...all-female a-cappella quintet from Bulawayo, aptly named Nobuntu..."
Departures...
"... Well-armed soldiers could not defy one better ..."
Haiku...
"...Abracadabra : change this world..."
"...like missing pieces of a puzzle..."
"...the ring of her laughter, the audacity in her demeanour..."
"... I’m not trying to sell you anything..."
"...not a moment passed without you..."
"...I never prepared to feel like this..."
"...ghost stories uttered a hundred lifetimes..."
"...She dwelt in the cosy land of kindred laughter..."
"... the taxonomy and anatomy of fruits and vegetables..."
