Poetry

Onion- pyretic, potent, plum Onion’s first sliver a razor to its riches A tear of grief falls Onion’s layers cleave so galling to see yet… Read More »Onion – Sarah Sanfield

It will be a long long time before we see these cumulations again, these birds again, Carolinaconure wafting westward with the smell of cockleburs, noise plummeting It… Read More »Farm – Gari Eberly

White Rabbit’s pocket watch murmurs tick tock.Entering the playful realm of beauty, truth and premonition.Frolicking in friendly fields, trailing White Rabbit.No, twas not heel to… Read More »Wonderlies – Christine Capobianco

I paint this page with wordsSo eloquent each stroke. Precise.Strategic in exposing the hidden dirt.And in the darkest of corners, shine this light. I fill… Read More »this leaf – Bethany Johnson

I see a trail of stars, sharpened arrows, freeway lines and stop signs and street lights near, the open road sings a song of sorrow.… Read More »In Wanderlust – Lauren McDermott

Skipping stones on the Schuylkill, I am nearly nineteen when we scramble down the slope-side of a muddy cliff. There is dirt etched into the… Read More »Skipping Stones on the Schuylkill – Gari Eberly