Rick Campbell: Two Poems
the first bird sings that it’s time
to walk the beach, where gulls don’t sing
and herons stand silent, waiting
for a pilchard to offer itself to God.
April 29, 2025 · 21 Comments
Rick Campbell: Two Poems
Here, in the modern invention
of South Florida, I am trying
to remember a place that never was.
April 17, 2024 · 6 Comments
Sharon Fagan McDermott: Summer’s End
The sudden slip of moon that turns the sun
into a wreath of fire. We’re waiting for that moment
during the eclipse when—at once—all the birds stop singing
August 30, 2021 · 1 Comment
