Team Sport (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
Poems about anyway (42 Poems)
Backing Up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It happened a few times this morning trying to tell the whole story, or more of it anyway eager ears, ...
Christ-filled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A quick email to family, to friends, deciding to use the phrase Christ-filled knowing that not all would believe, that ...
Healing a Nation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That phrase, "healing a nation" kept going through my mind this morning thinking about the legacy, the model, the example ...
I am with You (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even when we are apart, I am with you I walk in the footfalls next to your path I lean ...
The Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Out of place (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
The Return of Frankenstein (Edward Field Poem)
He didn't die in the whirlpool by the mill where he had fallen in after a wild chase by all ...
The Grindstone (Robert Frost Poem)
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton (Robert Frost Poem)
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
The Black Cottage (Robert Frost Poem)
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Bad Day At The Beauty Salon (Maggie Estep Poem)
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
It Was Not Necessary To Study (Regina Derieva Poem)
It was not necessary to study the language of a strange country; anyway, it would be of no help. It ...
Sex With A Famous Poet (Denise Duhamel Poem)
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
The Price of Fame (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
Joys of the chase (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
In soothing, sweetened words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
Free from intrusion (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Congratulations (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
Vienna, December 1999 (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Matt’s Manifesto (Jonathan Bohrn Poems)
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
That’s What I Said (April Bernard Poems)
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
To Urania (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...