fog me in
with sky and silence;
cold wet clouds,
these little cat feet know things.
are you listening? 24 more words
2 days, 5 hours ago
Morning fog’s a curious
And awful: When the nights are blending
Into days, they’re never-ending.
PJs worn to work is creepy?
Sorry. If it’s dark, I’m sleepy! 16 more words
2 weeks, 5 days ago
I’ve never been a connoisseur of poetry. I had a phase in which I devoured Sylvia Plath, and I dabbled a little in reading the romantics after a college course, but my knowledge of poetry is scant to say the least. 552 more words
3 weeks ago
He was a mystery in smoke and flags
Saying yes to the smoke, yes to the flags,
Yes to the paradoxes of democracy,
Yes to the hopes of government… 143 more words
3 weeks, 1 day ago
GALESBURG, Illinois- We now know the fate of the Sandburg Mall. The building will broken up into five different lots.
The city council unanimously approved the plan Monday, February 19. 85 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
The RCAH Center for Poetry at MSU
There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its remembrance.
It is a river, this language, 90 more words
3 weeks, 5 days ago
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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