Joanne Spiller·Jan 28What The Elements Mean To MeEarth is not a place I walk upon, she is the one who carries me. Her breath moves through the leaves, through my lungs, through every quiet…
Andawn F.·Mar 4, 2025A Poem: It rains againIt rains again Hard to tell since when The roads are flooded The gardens soaked But how wet is wet It’s hard to define It’s debatable I…
Andawn F.·Dec 19, 2024A poem: When I Look at The CatWhen I look at the cat She looks back I think aloud — hi kitty She must be thinking Where is my food?
