Diane McDonough Cape Cod Branch (after reading fury by Lucille Clifton) Mama’s hand delivers rhymed and metered stanzas natural as blue trumpets of a morning glory vine unfolding ... Read more
Judy Crystal Greenwich Branch In Byram Park West wind whispers, branches dance Glimpse of sun-burnished water Through the red and orange leaves Promise of winter beauty Young man, ... Read more
Barbara Clarke Atlanta Chapter Life’s journey is played out beginning on the upper part of the canvas bright colors are intermingled at the entrance of a new soul. Love ... Read more
Jenny Santana Iowa City Branch I sit on a park bench quiet and still watching the ants scurry hurriedly along the pavement and above me the sparrows fly puncturing ... Read more