THREE POEMS TO READ AT 6:53 AM

G’mornin’. It’s 6:53 AM on the first day of autumn. Here are three poems and a picture of a dog… (Photo by: Madison Blue) A MAN ON THE SUBWAY  By Anele Rubin A man on the subway is wearing a t-shirt with New York City Mental Institute stenciled on the front. For a moment IContinue reading “THREE POEMS TO READ AT 6:53 AM”

Poem of the Week – Lizzie Harris

There’s Grass Somewhere, But I Don’t Know How to Find It And if I’m wrong, what blue pulse would darken? For years I went not knowing why I spoke to water, why my fork stitched lace over every plate. What thing did you water to make me love like a socket? I do knit bricksContinue reading “Poem of the Week – Lizzie Harris”