By Hannah Kulick three am it’s three am & stale coffee runs through our hands. we own the night. it’s the stars as seen from a truck bed in a yellow-grass valley, the rain as it leaves dark beads on foggy glass, the wind as it shrieks, lifting branches, rustling greens. sleeping forms coat the … Continue reading three am and Other Poems
Observation and Other Poems
By Anne Mikusinski Observation In the balcony I sit Watching As below Grounded but in full flight You soar Carried by passion's currents And unchecked inhibition You meet me where I am And usher inspiration in. Third Interlude Your voice fills up this space Like smoke Seeping into corners And entering each room With or … Continue reading Observation and Other Poems
