Category: Poetry

Unleaf yourself beneath the Bois d’arc tree and let my chisel-tongue inscribe your bloom with glyphs, the cuneiform for vine and grape.

I remember seeing a golden tree out a third-floor window of a college building and not being able to move, turned to gold myself by its arresting beauty. Yes, I wrote a poem about it, and it was in the college literary magazine, also solidifying for me the connection between poetry & beauty.

To knead the breath of a single olive shoot
is the scent of silver-green,
cerulean winds toting Aegean brine

upon their tendrils,
your thirst for weeping sea
mixing memory with dreams devouring.

David Mason – Three Poems From the chapter “Davey’s Blue Monday” in...

Ed Higgins Grunion Fishing “Of course, most of the things I look back on fondly I never actually...