“album”

By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #21 I listen to the whole thing as I …

Waltz, Footprints in Snow (V2)

By Michael Lee Johnson December 24th, I find footprints in this snow, yours frozen, our broken dreams. Will your lawyer Grinch my wallet, fleece me while I pray to Jesus Christ tonight? Even the devil stoked in flames has standards, jukebox baby. Even Jesus suffers with the poor, feels lonely on winter moon distant planets. …

“Snowflake Falls”

By Andrew Scott   Another snowflake falls on my face. The weather has changed fast again. Seems like yesterday that the leaves were changing. Barely ready for this though the old bones warned me that the season's change was coming soon. Keeping the body warm walking during the day. Thankfully the boots are not too …

Poems by Marc Carver

THE FUTURE AND THE PAST I walked backwards on another man's footprints on the beach just before the sea swept them away. I thought I could have his past instead of mine he was welcome to mine. I didn't want it but really I knew I could never lose it that albatross that clung around …

“Angel”

By Joan McNerney I want to make an angel in the snow though I am old for that sort of thing. That is something I have never done.  A woman from Vermont told me about it. Nobody made slush angels in Brooklyn…unheard of… with no meadows to angel in. We just threw hard packed snowballs …

“Winter Watch”

By Joan McNerney Tangled…one ragged leaf clings to the bough.   Stopping to see the shape of a snowflake.   Winter storm warning… headlights beam at noon.   Came home just in time for the first dizzy dance of December flurries.   More amazing than redwood forests... your ice blue eyes.   Simmering soup fills …

After the Snow Has Fallen

By Thomas Page Snowbanks beleaguer the dusty highways Days after heavy clouds poured frozen rain Lain in the form of snowflakes so slowly, Holy like the prayers, falling straight down on Yon hibernating trees in my backyard— Graveyard of a sleeping nature there Where it will resurrect like a phoenix; Scenics of the Dutch Masters …

Poems by Emily Strauss

  Walking in his Footsteps My ghost you needn't look for; it is probably Here, but a dark one, deep in the granite-- “Tor House”, Robinson Jeffers the low clouds blow fast over the point where he stood, the path outside the window his hand-built tower of sea boulders, his stone walls the grave of …

Snow Globe

By Glen Armstrong Bones of snow. Seem to float within her. A horse and carriage makes its way. Through her wintery mood. The night would be beautiful. If not for this grave mission. And nothing I say. Seems to console her. Curtesy and customer service. Intermingle.   I answer her phone. And the caller declines …

Blizzard

By Jessica Ricks