One’s Ship Comes In
One’s Ship Comes In by Joe Paddock I swear my way now will be to continue without plan or hope, to accept the drift of
Month: June 2011
Peace Lilies
Peace Lilies by Cathy S. Bowers I collect them now, it seems. Like sea-shells or old thimbles. One for Father. One for Mother. Two for
June Bugs
June Bugs by Halifax (Begging Your Pardon) sunset showed up at the neighbors went around back as if expected alongside slunk gangly creatures shushed dull
Gil Scott-Heron dies.
America isn’t the same tortured nation it was when Gil Scott-Heron suggested that “the revolution will not be televised.” That’s not to say this country
June
June by Ashley Bruner The first thunderstorm the Smell of rain ravenously Devouring the tender Blooms of spring. The sun gives fair warning Blurring the