Lines for a Hard Time ~ Gena Ford There is no website or even a Wikipedia entry for Ms. Ford. If you are aware of one, please let me know. First published in May 1967, this poem is, sadly, still relevant. Evil does not go always by dark ways. On any hot summer day, cleanshaven […]
You Opened a Door ~ Marianna Fiore I don’t know to say why, my complete friend, you have opened a door in the air of my seclusion, nor why you make me live these days with magnetic joy, with a fullness lucid and true. Perhaps because you have lips of amaranth and fingers of hawthorn, […]
Where We Are ~ Gerald Locklin i envy those who live in two places: new york, say, and london; wales and spain; l.a. and paris; hawaii and switzerland. there is always the anticipation of the change, the chance that what is wrong is the result of where you are. i have always loved both the […]
Nurse’s Song From Songs of Innocence ~ William Blake When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And every thing else is still. ‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night […]
Dear Death ~ David Hernandez Cool cloak. So goth. I dig how the pleats ripple like pond water when you move, and the hood shadows the absence of your face. Sweet scythe, too. The craftsmanship of the wooden handle, how smooth the slow curve. I had to look it up—it’s called the snath (rhymes with […]
