Poetry

Poetry '25

The Pond

My garden pond is filled with life and promises. It is an oasis where the kindness of soft and fluid beauty Extends a hand. I

Poetry '25

Picadors

Sometimes stardust is the enemy, Smothering us in unrealizable desires, Turning our imaginations into mere fantasy, Beckoning us toward realms that we need not enter.

Poetry '25

The Snow

The snow covered the ground Like a giant sleeping polar bear. So soft and welcoming Yet it could rip your toes, fingers or nose off

Poetry Poetry '25

George Webb

I watch them every morning at the breakfast counter  eating scrambled eggs with forks pointed prong-side-down, probing the yellowed fetal goop, scooping heaps   of

Poetry Poetry '25

Petals

The feel of silk between finger  and thumb, a delicate wash of pink  so easily torn, after a brief  efflorescence destined to wilt.  They form