Guest Poem: Itching
Itching I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips. Call it bullheadedness. Call it incapable of forgiveness. But know that when provoked I’ll grasp and grab at words to ensure your reserve is...
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Itching I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips. Call it bullheadedness. Call it incapable of forgiveness. But know that when provoked I’ll grasp and grab at words to ensure your reserve is...
Last Breath The elephant stands planted on tree trunk legs, patient. She waits, still, except for sweeping lashes and running tears. The gray mound on the ground nearby — breaths like afterthoughts– returns to the earth that cradles him....
Careful Planning You will never know the pains of old age. You will never hold a career and meet your qualifiers for a time to marry. You ...
Note: This poem can be read down one side and then the other, or straight across the circle. If you have trouble viewing the poem below, you can read it in this PDF: 040618 Merry May by Margaret Shaw For...
Temptation The coyotes yip and sing the starless night alive. They are out in the unseen field somewhere, a safe distance from the yard light. Their leashed cousin pricks his ears, tugs against the arm of domesticity holding him in...