Prose
Weathering the Seasons
Summer. Dedicated to the sun, the sand, the heat, the beach, the bathing suits, vacations. It's supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be "the time of our lives" and the reward for enduring all the other seasons. It's not like that for me.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
Eclipse of Shadows and Significance
Enter the night sky, dance with the bright star, encroaching as the tiger is, hidden the dragon will be. Eliasson, the little sun—"Every once in a while, there is a moment in your life, which stands as a marker for something significant. A time of change and evolution or devolution."
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Union Square Concert
lighted portals in concrete walls show humans floating within, shadowed by sheer drapes rippling in a soft night breeze . they ruffle and billow around human heads like cotton puffs . eyes occasionally peek out the glass panes, pushing aside the white veils. music drifts upward , and wafts above the avenue , a saxophone brewing blended notes , an impromptu concert in Union Square.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
