Poetry

"...an unflinching desire that sometimes fills me..."

"...Like a foot thirty years barely beating..."

"...let us ease into the realm of technology..."

"...Looking back… Looking ahead…"

bio

"...Silence has a way of telling stories..."

"...Don't ever let me go..."

Michael Ceraolo is a 65-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet.

"...you did something, and think yourself so important..."

"...A final farewell her body left on the silk..."

"...Cadavers, too, come with a sell-by date...."

"...This is serious business for the government. It’s no laughing matter..."

"...Down from the house wild iris, lawns rife with bluebonnets..."

K.G. Munro is an author and poet residing in the mountains. When she isn't writing she does yoga.

"...I watched the light of a dozen dead stars..."

"...so I don't really get a day of rest..."

"...a sweet verse on the whisper of my breath..."

"...Listening to gulls calling Watching sandpipers running..."

"...Which flowers will shine their faces toward the sun?..."

"...Soul tracing soul in a shape of forever..."

"Riled residents say they are powerless...

"...this is one version of the future..."

"... hope, that despite all our misdeeds, all is not lost..."

"...those were the days of happiness..."

"...winding all around a crisis of infinite proportions..."

"...As rain so shall wash the world anew..."

"...Life renews its mission..."

"...is this question a waste of breath and time..."

"...I’m going off with the weather and not come back..."

"...a morsel of paradise captured ..."