Poetry

"...there are scant truths we own the script to..."

"...I live to make my own history..."

"...I stretched my arms towards the ceiling..."

"...After a while she didn't even feel them..."

"...I want to write in dusty pages..."

"... An early summer night...."

"...grateful for everything that they shared..."

"Long poles reach wired grids in ceilings overhead..."

"...the aroma of pot roast, sweet corn, fresh baked bread..."

"...Before the spring thaws truth from the bones..."

"...out of my sight and I walked away..."

Keith Hoerner (BS, MFA, PhD candidate) is founding editor of the Webby Award recognized <span class="tex-italic">Dribble Drabble Review</span>, an online literary ezine and print anthology series of all things "little-ature."

"The guillotine is a poor teacher..."

"..Could well lead into an opportunity much bigger..."

"...I lose sight of the ground that holds my foundation..."

"...There is no glory in getting old..."

"...they sure as shooting haven't lived long enough..."

"...It’s rumored in time, available women will surface here..."

"He was the most broken boy..."

"...got to got to sweep the floor make some money..."

"...Proverbs can be profound, paradoxical or oxymoronic..."

"...The past has bad recall and loves good stories..."

"... In the morning your woes will still be waiting..."

"...They all had been there, close by..."

"...when nature sings uninterrupted..."

"...be a mountain by my side..."

"...drink in the crystal darkness..."

"I’ve watched wild birds more times than I can count..."

"...the untarnished porthole through which she sees her ocean’s past..."

"...does the universe allot us karmic cookies?.."