You wake with worries from the Old World. It’s the details that matter. Just a shirt when you should have a jacket on? The cold…View More High Point, 6am.
by Christopher Raley We were in a cold camp at the feet of the Pacific Range, stilled by darkness under austere stars overseeing…View More Mother’s Spanish
by Brian Culley Still my boat drifts Slowly drifting towards that wretched island, My oar snapped long ago, My spirit flew off with the sea…View More The Island
by Richard Subber Stone things. The stony silence in the great field is a song whose words I do not hear, yet it…View More Music of the Stones
I have often been confused by the multiple theories & opinions that surface in the wake of a rape. All of them seem…View More Translating Rape
Michael Ramsburg haiku Hush now, winter wind. Your despondent whisper is torment to down’d hearts. Photo credit: Elijah Hail via Unsplash …View More Winter Wind