By Leah Mueller The poem is closed for the evening. The poem has folded its wings and curled its long beak against its breast. The poem sleeps like a car at the bottom of an ocean. You do not see the poem until the sun has risen. You’ll need to turn the coffeepot back … Continue reading “Tale of Two Poems”
Micropoem by Virginia R Macy
My Life in a Few Words. By Virginia R Macy On Oct. 15th, 2018 at 10:14 pm Reality Is So hard to hold onto now That my life is mine
Sea-Monkeys
By Glen Armstrong I'm afraid of poetry. Who’s to say that those interesting. Young people at the podium. Won’t summon a demon. Or make the whole room fall. In love. I have boots to reheel. And no time to feel weird. About daffodils and wars. That my grandparents fought. Words ought to inspire … Continue reading Sea-Monkeys
Academy of the Heart And Mind 