about Sea MotherPoetrySea MotherEdith Friedman"Her sea children, better prize, mid-size / when they sun themselves on ancient rock / she smells the dripping fuzz of their hard heads."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Creation of Eve/Sleep of AdamPoetryCreation of Eve/Sleep of AdamRuth Towne"The bones of my ribcage articulate to one / another under my skin, hidden roots / that have yet to produce. I wait for symbol, / for my bones to reduce."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about To My CaretakerPoetryTo My CaretakerKyle Singh"Did the lilies tell me how to stay afloat? / They swim against the current of my body / And fill my lungs with water / Where was I to go?"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Coming HomePoetryComing HomeJohn Brantingham"The brightly colored signs / that tell you the city has condemned / abandoned houses or old buildings / are coming up this spring like crocuses."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Portrait of Childhood with Abstract ArtPoetryPortrait of Childhood with Abstract ArtJennifer Brown"The child believed that it came from the air, full of sky & rain, & from the light, which disappeared but always returned, & from the keening sound the wind made against the sharp-cornered house."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about October in BucharestPoetryOctober in BucharestPatrick Williamson"Cobblestones that glisten. Sidestepping black puddles & / tarmac lakes, we walk among desire's ghosts, gripped by / tense silence."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Needle and HeartPoetryNeedle and HeartH.S. Abraham"Placing it on the table, / I thread the needle / Piercing my heart as I stitch / It to my sleeve" Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about ignore last msgPoetryignore last msgJames B. Nicola"What's that, u liked it? & u laughed?"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Farm to TablePoetryFarm to TableCollin Foote"When my slaughterman’s heart makes a palsied fist and one body enfolds the other, I become my final form, seated at a table with friends I don’t accredit."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Self-Portrait as Spider, Castaway, SparrowPoetrySelf-Portrait as Spider, Castaway, SparrowJennifer Brown"I felt like a bird warming up in the dark. I was so young. Thought every moment was a fractal of forever."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace