Four Poems by Kris Collins
Hymns & Hers That’s how they mark the restroom doors here, Hymns and Hers. When I was a kid this [...]
Hymns & Hers That’s how they mark the restroom doors here, Hymns and Hers. When I was a kid this [...]
A poem by Jeffrey Nathan Marks.
"Baseball is poetry in motion." This phrase, one I use a lot, though it might elicit an arched eyebrow from those unfamiliar with the nuances of either pursuit, perfectly encapsulates the grace with which Clemente played the game. His elegant movements in right field, his powerful swing glorified in stanzas, and his laser-like throws from the outfield demonstrated an athletic artistry that few players have matched.
A poem by Holly Day.
Still Life with Lake, Lighthouse, Canadian Wildfire Muskegon, MI The long low sweep of the beam on the lake like [...]
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i have skunk river Mary had Blackwater. i have Skunk River: swimming upstream in august; spook owls in october; all [...]
A poem by A.J. Frantz.
A poem by William R. Stoddart.
A poem by Zoe Grace Marquedant.
A poem by D.R. James.
A poem by Tara Labovich.