by David Stone We are still in the car, pushing through heavy, drifted snow. We will always be in that car. It will always be
Category: Poetry
Saturday, May 7th at 3:00, A Poetry Reading at Gallery RIVAA
You are invited to a poetry reading with Roosevelt Islander Adela Sinclair. She and Rowyda Amin will be reading from their books. Rowyda will bring
Thinking Up You, a Universe In Mind
I create and recreate you.
When George died…
When George died is a short poem about a cat who changed my life…. When George died,every cat in the universesstopped purring for precisely one
When my brother died…
When my bother died, a poem… When my brother died, the warmth of the universe diminished perceptibly at every official measuring station and did not
When my father died…
When my father died, a wall that stood forever crumbled. Every room across the universes was forced to adjust. About When my father died… When
Life is a mystery…? A Poem About Figuring It Out
Life is a mystery, they say. Is it? There’s an answer in verse.
Binghamton: Narrative in Verse
Binghamton is a narrative in verse about home, the longer view… You may also like… I Will See You Later New: We Are Still in
