By Sam Barbee Ripples I bait a hook, dunk it like a kiss. Plunk disperses a concentric splash. Each surge of the lake reminds any visitor the loch measures each splay or lap. What creature will break its water next? Frog hop or ducks’ paddle? Mallards glide confident, and rebuke the clouded origin of turtles … Continue reading Ripples and Other Poems
Ripples
By Miss Kay Master of arts. His art. Holding no brush, painting the most beautiful pictures. Sights, scents and sounds come alive with his words. Pictures in the books we read are motion pictures. Each weaved together. Turned pages, turned a story. Mr Adera. His sleeves always turned up. When he laughed, his belly danced … Continue reading Ripples
Academy of the Heart And Mind 