The Live Poets Society

A lioness stretches out long, eyes closed, still  but for the in and out of breathing.  Four flawless cubs sprawl over her belly, press in...

Bursts of hail and heavy downpours, resolute, gray, and dismal rain. Shaggy pine trees overshadow guard rails. I stumble on the road to nowh...

Goodbye to 2020 Prologue : We live our lives in a spiral That begins and ends in a year And still we exclaim, “Is it always the same? ...

Roses to the poets who might have been, but for … the paralysis of pain the security of consent the ease of silence Roses for th...

I did not know  I had a child to protect I did not know  she was used to neglect  I did not know  how to feed her  what she liked to wear ho...

Childhood epiphany: how a magnifying glass angled toward the sun smokes a hole in a dry leaf. I showed Caren – for the sake of epiphany – sh...

Your old mutt snorts and sniffs, leans his red hide against my solidness,  knows the smell of motor oil, Old Spice, and cigarettes has gon...