Category: Poetry

  • 12/31

    selene’s watchfulface stares into the window;she asks — do you see? i found myself alone on the highway through the green mountains. i had never been to vermont before yesterday, and it was everything i had hoped. it was muggy and warm when i got to my destination; i wandered through crowds of people who…

  • 11/31

    flags flutter in a breezea hush falls over the dark streeta voice echos in the treetops