Category: Poetry
Not For Profit Martyrs – Part One
Narrative Poem Rebecca Nurse was 71 year old when she swung from a clever, Puritan noose. Originally from Yarmouth, England both she and her husband, Francis Nurse rented to own their lush 300-acre...
Man About Town
Reflection Poems I’ve spent so much time reflecting on the lives of everyone else, it’s time to turn the mirror around and have a look at myself. I don’t really do – anything....
To Ginsberg
Poem Ginsberg wept For the soul of others, But I weep for his soul alone. If only I could be his Green eyed copy boy, And He my troubled Home. Sweet roses bloom...
Outside and In
American Poems Signal I hide in my eyes made of glitter, made of lies I hide in my house of cards. I hide from the fact that you’re never going see me Bleeding...
Such a Moment
Haibun Poetry A breeze blows. The Syracuse wind chime behind the chaise sounds a three-note melody. A sparrow’s song answers. The neighbor behind my house hosts a party. Adults chat, children squeal and...
The World Before
Free Form Poem I married young before I knew the world, before I knew how to hide my nakedness, my innocence and before I stopped accepting the unacceptable. My husband was a small...
Beauty in the Break Up
Love Poem What makes a man move on? When his mind floods with images of her, of them. The way she would impersonate a dinosaur to force a smile or how they transformed the...
It Is All About A Choice
Poem When seven is early and eight is late, I came to Ninasam and got it straight. There are some places which make you feel like a clean slate. When seven is early...
