Michael Simms: House
You want to lie down in the lost field
of your courage and sleep
beside the blurred road of snow
January 20, 2024 · 29 Comments
Michael Simms: Sometimes I Wake Early
Last night we took a friend for a walk along the edge
of our mountain. She looked out
over the city, the rivers, the sultry slopes
crowded with sumac and maple
and said So you know where you live
December 7, 2023 · 28 Comments
Carol Frost: Now Soon
Father and mother time to rise up put away the dark
give back to him more than he can ever use give what is
not his to have what he never knew he knows and all he feels
September 5, 2022 · 8 Comments
