If hope is a thing with feathers
— oh, can’t you just see it fluttering its wings?
All tagged poetry
Chief Editor’s Note: Nevermore
The end of October brings with it the rattling crunch of fallen leaves, those who went out in blazing jewel-colored glory, muted to schlumps and slushing as they dissolve into the ever-growing puddles taking over cobbled stones and muddy paths alike.
Meet Me in Your Poem Drawer
friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised
Love Poem for Death
The last time I saw you, you were lying there, next to her/My Mother, the one who had never perceived me or any of my sisters/I guess that is why I wish to spend all my time in the cold/In the darkness surrounding my thoughts, and the unknown lands between this world/And the next--
Youth
Struggling, seeking, sorting, salvaging:
No Saint to Save—
Building, breaking, blaming, bandaging:
No Bliss to Miss—