by James Tighe In the throes of a summer-into-fall drought a pure blue October Mississippi sky shimmers...
poetry
VOX PRESS presents The Poetry of Holly Baer on April 8, 2016 at Shelter on Van Buren on the Square in Oxford,...
“Muscadines” Muscadines, muscadines Lenten-purple fruit of the land the supreme bunchless grape Muscadines, muscadines the word itself...
“Like Sun” I don’t remember this: drooling in my crib, the mom whose name I didn’t...
“One-Way Song” Not the flyers brightly placed, suspiciously conspicuous for all to observe. Not her eyes smeared...
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“Paths” I used to be so bored with my father’s walks in the woods And never...
Confusion (For Lindsey) I don’t deserve this punishment But there is no escape I used to bounce...
My clocks go crazy at midnights, They crawl down the walls, They are reflecting gloomy lights Of...
No Tomorrow I used to be quite beautiful The world was mine to own I had so...