[tabby title="Poem"] Catholic children learn early - church altars hold relics; shrivelled saints’ bones in boxes, fingers, jaws, toes. When I was a child I believed tight within statues were bodies, bones and flesh rotting, stone figures reclined over marble...

this week's writing prompt: "and he said: you pretty full of yourself ain’t chu" from Poem For A Lady Whose Voice I Like by Nikki Giovanni. 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use the form below to submit or click here...

[tabby title="Poem"] I'm so rarely happy, that once in a while, I find myself surprised, to catch myself a smile. It flutters in and out, so quick you'd never know, that joy had ever found a home, in a heart...

[tabby title="Poem"] each day nothing but a long trudge ahead in terrain that enters the senses with the decisiveness of poured water on achingly-dry ground here, just east of the namib no electronic stimuli no artificial flowers in this vase...

this week's writing prompt: "forgive me if i smile you are so sure of love" from Ballad by Sonia Sanchez. 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use the form below to submit or click here For more info about A Poem...