Primer I find my place to make my stand, measure with feet my dancing steps, create a fiction, nearer truth than factual paragraph of prose. My primer coat is Latin phrase or Anglo-Saxon early terms, then later English verbal words preparatory to painting phase. The seasoned shades now honeyed, waft, sensed … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
The Morning Sun
By Thomas Page Whatever happened to the morning sun Asks the solitary, evening moon b ‘low The stars and the clouds framing a sky done. This time of year, I cough up my own lung Winter’s curse to the body that will know Whatever happened to the morning sun? Leather rancher coat … Continue reading The Morning Sun
Academy of the Heart And Mind 