We used to sing more We used to sing more- Mothers murmured refrains to babes, children danced in the forest, sticks waving, all master conductors, singing out from under bobbing hemlock branches. During world wars, the infantry would shout out bawdy tunes full of drink and women, their boots caked with mud and blood, but … Continue reading Poems by Ursula McCabe
high in the sky
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger my card arrived at last so we stopped in at the pot dispensary hippy music they used to call it teemed March Madness screeched silently on the big screen water and coffee around the corner and free snacks in a basket after keying me in the associate … Continue reading high in the sky
