Richelle Buccilli Dear backyard honeysuckle Past the fresh lumber of the new wood fence, past the heat of late…
Browsing: poetry
Vanessa Napolitano Yellow Cabinet You painted the drawers with gilt handles yellow, out in the garden. Seven months pregnant, a…
Emily Patterson Near the Fourth of July in a Pandemic The summer you were born, fireworks sputtered and crackled…
Kelly Sue White River Summer The days of slow flow river time, canoe banked on a sandy spit, the…
Terri Linton Boogie Down Girls I. Mister Softee croons his hood melody. We clamor and crowd, chests to backs…
Jennifer Jean NATURE Zuma Beach We crowded the ice cream truck. Sweat & took a dip. Crowded the boom box.…
Quinn Rennerfeldt Goodwill in the era of girls Her pink pen etching hearts into the top of my…
Mary Lou Buschi Spotting I found myself in the passenger seat of Colleen McGowan’s car doing donuts on the…
Susanna Rich Last Night Before Viet Nam Ron and Skipper drive a base Jeep from Fort Dix to Ocean…
Nicole Callihan summer sorrows all spring robins everywhere but now most mornings mostly mourning doves on the wire or the…