“The wind is like a bully”pushing leaves; breaking branches; roughing skin; biting faces. Nothing like the warm smoothe breeze of Saint Lucia caressing…assuaging tension the sound of the ocean travels …
Icy, wet afternoonOut of place in MayBroken heartShatteredAmongst standard steel desksScattered photographsOf a happier timeHeart, you have no place here.Faded fatiguesHow proudly you …
Icy, wet afternoon Out of place in May Broken heart Shattered Amongst standard steel desks Scattered photographs Of a happier time Heart, you have no place here. Faded fatigues How proudly you …
The lone cicada wing caught my eye, light reflecting off its surface as it lay still on the kitchen floor, its unexplained dismemberment belying its brief, frenzied existence. I rubbed it gently between …
The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk.The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …
The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk. The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …
Some varieties are named Scarlet O’Hara, Heavenly Blue, Party Dress, Inkspots, and Carnevale di Venezia. A warm October, the tomato plant still hardy and green, thick stalk from five months growth, a …
The other morning, coming downstairs, I sensed a tingling in the air - a freakish early morning lightning streak perhaps. But then I caught the scent of buttered toast and the sounds of kitchen …
Ignore the hardness of the window’s ledge. Gaze through pained glass at farmers roaming rows of raked dirt and corn crops. Consider the comfort in those stalks how leaves both nestle and protect. …
Now, in September, now, before it is too late, take off your shoes and walk out into the garden. Walk out into the garden and if the sun be shining, let it soak through your clothes into your skin, …
We sat at an old wooden table, and shared some snacks. She looked at me, at the sky, the water, and the trees. We walked slowly around the lake. The path was covered with soft, inviting, pine needles.
The search is on for the 47th annual Bucks County Poet Laureate, according to Bucks County Community College (BCCC) professor Ethel Rackin, Ph.D., director of the longest-running poet laureate program in Pennsylvania.
Oh Moon, whose ancient face has viewed this mortal sphere from Alpha on, until this very night, when silent shafts of glow creep down to change each daytime shape with soft, ethereal light.
A red roan Appaloosa moseys to the railand pokes her nose across at me to snuffsome sweet hay in my fist, switching her tailas her eyes cross to focus on the stuffthe better in the dim air. Stars are …
Footprints on my barn floor To whom do they belong? To what do they belong?
We speak in whispers, move in silence from room to room, listen to the oxygen’s steady pump moisture bubbling through the tubes. Three days unresponsive. I sit with her until someone else comes in. …
Kelsay Books presents Lorraine Henrie Lins’ “Without the Water,” published by Kelsay Books and available in March.Because we are born without the ability to understand grief, it becomes a …
