Hers and Hers Alone
Inspired by The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Across an ocean beach of blue, Her PTSD whistle bangs the tune against a lighthouse dull Her past reflects It’s synged…
The New Millennium Problem
Sun News presents this poem from 1999, for those who fondly remember the turn of the millennium, and for those who missed it: Where will you be when the…
Sell, Sell, Sell
Subliminal seduction media mogul Admen clad in Bran muffin suits A holiday spirit To sell a line A consumerist line Waiting, buying Whilst stuffing their eyes Snowballs hypocrisy On…
Four Perspectives on the Power of Poetry
I. A man sits on a park bench. The wind ruffles his hair, But the rest of him is undisturbed. II. The wind blows through the branches Of trees, swaying…
Poem: The Moon was a Full Moon
The moon was a full moon: heavenly flex. Full of itself and the light of the sun, The marble remains of a magnificent nude, A bare breast in the…