The Beacon Hill Canto I. I will pay for the breeze, brief as it is, rippling across the shroud of green leaves over the ravine,...

Simplicity By Jonel Abellanosa My return to the ordinary, ways of Each day.  The dawn and its tints, Tilled soil, smells waking f...

Alone I Look into You alone I look into you because you have the eyes that are my eyes and you have the wrists that are my wrists t...

Within And Beyond Ten acres to explore--my grandfather's land. Ten more--my Uncle Ernie's adjacent land. How can one...

Five Willows Literary Review: Poetry Submission Cascade She had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide Her pockets empty, painfully emp...

Cicada Song Based on Aesop's Fable: The Ant and the Grasshopper  [aka Cicada] Cicada sang his constant tune while nearby ...

Residence This is a weird universe, and we can't know. Does our conscience go on a scale at death? This is a weird universe a...