Category: Poetry

Warm tea at sunrise Two people watch in silence The world comes to life

(Photo courtesy the Image Gallery of the American and New England Studies program of the University of Southern Maine.) Once…

I had never heard of Bill Holm until I ran across this poem the other day. It’s entitled “August in…

if my mind was in a creative mode i’d write a poem about a thing perhaps of leaves of red…

What is it about us? That we never learn what we learn? Wear your seat belt Don’t do drugs The…