Lit Mag March 28, 2022 Overshone In the silent, stirring, woods, Where squirrels store snacks Scavenged from spiny shrubs Stability is…
Poetry March 21, 2022 Final Breath Is now the day for her eternal sleep? Must fate find her quaking at the…
Poetry March 21, 2022 If I lose it, I’ll die I keep it strapped, taped, sealed The tightest it can be Until its polished edges…
Lit Mag March 14, 2022 Reality- A Sonnet Become a bird that soars so high above; Immune to the world oh so full…
Poetry March 14, 2022 Gender Poem Grains of sand washed away in the tide and I weep at escaping foam I…
Poetry March 7, 2022 The Good Old Days I wish there was a way to know, That the 2010s, the decade of our…
Lit Mag March 7, 2022 genealogy of snapping I couldn’t snap my fingers nor did I want to learn how till my dad,…
Poetry March 7, 2022 Humphrey’s Sicc Rhymes There once was a lad named Humphrey Who shat on the side of a tree…
Poetry March 7, 2022 Time is a Sopwith Camel Time is a Sopwith Camel, flying in figure eights The smoke-trails sutured against a nimbus…