No dappled gray, no liver chestnut, no dark bay – Five poems by Helen Wickes
SUNDAY AFTERNOON OUTSIDE Rain zithering off the rooftops of cars, azaleas ablaze on the porch are hot-pink zealots ...
SUNDAY AFTERNOON OUTSIDE Rain zithering off the rooftops of cars, azaleas ablaze on the porch are hot-pink zealots ...
This Way and That’s That Come on, get up now and write your poem! Yes! Like this ...
This is not a feminist poem This is not a feminist poem This is not contorted metaphors with neither punch ...
The Dreaming Machine
Writing and visual arts from the world.
Road lines* You, mother, driving, me at your side -, we talk as I watch edges aligning with the ...
Noah’s Ark Noah’s Ark was not emptied even when the rainbow scintillated over the sea and the winds stopped and ...
Sketch of a Girl Her dead gray finger On the railing As if a rolling coin Falling down With ...
Traitraico, in Mapudungún, the language of the Mapuche, means noisy, flowing water. Corporación Traitraico is a non-profit Chilean Environmental Cultural Association, ...
MY FIRST ENCOUNTER with Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poetry was through Iron Maiden’s rendition of “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” ...
3 SEPTEMBER 2020 – DEADLINE FOR RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT Rucksack, at Global Poetry Patchwork is an...
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