-after Diana Khoi Nguyen   “…hands separating peach halves from a core” the crack that it makes white flesh peaches crack and snap they crunch in my mouth textures like soft sand and mild sweetness launches me back to marching fields summer heat when my…

I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…

Hello, poets and poet-wanna-be’s! I believe I fit better in the latter category, but in my opinion, we all do in a way. When I think of poets, I think of flowery words and famous writers from past eras. Of Emily Dickinson. Edgar Allen Poe….

William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson were discovered in spite of the lack of a Poetry Marathon. (Emily was actually discovered posthumously) And all the poet greats in between lived lives of napping and eating and working and raising children. They were not trying to be…