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Home Plate

By Ross Mangels

Published August 10, 2016

Tracks

By Ellanora Lerner

Published May 23, 2016

I go to the tracks to think, The ties go on for miles. They let me see the world, They remind me how small I am. The bushes creep into the dirt in the cracks,...

My Hammock

By Anamaria Grieco

Published May 23, 2016

Poetry Bird

By Guthrie Harris

Published April 23, 2016

Mourning dove High in the swing tree Sings poetry Just like mine Reminding me Of the singing bird Inside me And melting my heart

Nature’s Canvas (Bayard Cutting Arboretum)

By Rainer Pasca

Published April 23, 2016

Peaceful river waves whisper nature all around me. My pen reaches into calm breeze. Sunshine on water makes the blue look like someone broke pieces of gold and threw them in. Every wave pops up,...

Little Miracles

By Sylvia Gibson

Published April 22, 2016

Thunderstorms

By Lulu Priede

Published April 22, 2016

Thunderstorms, My favorite things. I sit on the porch with a cold treat. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, warm And watching the sky light up. Thunder echoes through the air, a grin creeping Across my...

If Only I Could

By Rickza Kerr

Published February 23, 2016

If only I could help the world. I would like to get bad people and teach them how to be nice. If only I could fly and help people with their feelings, and stop them...

Orange to Black

by Kyle Lotke

Published February 23, 2016

Come on Come on Come on I bolt to the window Quick as lightning, with a gasp, my mouth drops open the sun is swiftly sliding into the water, an orange marble sinking into the...

Home Plate

Poem Published August 10, 2016 By Ross Mangels

Ah, Baseball! My favorite sport. I feel the excitement and adrenalin running through me As we begin the game. I’m in my favorite position, The catcher’s spot, With the batter right beside me. I sign the pitch to the pitcher And the pitcher winds up. I see the ball sailing toward me And I hear the thud of the ball in my mitt. But wait, what’s this? A man stealing second? I must throw him out!

Topanga Canyon

Poem Published May 23, 2016 By Edie Patterson

Two white cars pass each other on the highway, One maneuvers easily around a red barn, through a twist in the highway, and towards the seashore’s fogbanks, Pulling up the canyon side, the other passes under the shady brambles of a glen, And its destination, far from sight, twinkles reflected only in its seeker’s eye.

Tracks

Poem Published May 23, 2016 By Ellanora Lerner

I go to the tracks to think, The ties go on for miles. They let me see the world, They remind me how small I am. The bushes creep into the dirt in the cracks, Even in synthetic structures there is nature. They have sat here long enough to be ruins, And trellises for invasive vines. But they were once signs of progress, Human civilization creeping over unclaimed lands.

My Hammock

Poem Published May 23, 2016 By Anamaria Grieco

Still. Suddenly, a sweet song, a lullaby. Swinging now. A hush a shush a soft touch caressing my sharp elbows, my shivering toes, my rounded cheeks. Swinging now, Swathed in silken material hush, hush, hush Goodnight sun alone but content not lonely several long seconds… Swinging now. Stars smile at me sprinkling light Each star, its own star like snowflakes. Individuals. Swinging now.

Poetry Bird

Poem Published April 23, 2016 By Guthrie Harris

Mourning dove High in the swing tree Sings poetry Just like mine Reminding me Of the singing bird Inside me And melting my heart

Nature’s Canvas (Bayard Cutting Arboretum)

Poem Published April 23, 2016 By Rainer Pasca

Peaceful river waves whisper nature all around me. My pen reaches into calm breeze. Sunshine on water makes the blue look like someone broke pieces of gold and threw them in. Every wave pops up, meets soft green leaves. My feet drag against rocks. I am just trying to make my way through nature’s galaxy. A boat in the distance starts moving toward us. Then—a dead stop.

Little Miracles

Poem Published April 22, 2016 By Sylvia Gibson

We all think we are important. But if we weren’t here the world would still turn the sun would still rise most people’s lives wouldn’t change. The world doesn’t need us. Some people many people sit and think about it. They only see that the whole wide world doesn’t need them and don’t see that they need the world for them to feel better for them to get better. I am one of those people.

Thunderstorms

Poem Published April 22, 2016 By Lulu Priede

Thunderstorms, My favorite things. I sit on the porch with a cold treat. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, warm And watching the sky light up. Thunder echoes through the air, a grin creeping Across my face. Darkness all around, The stars are hidden behind the dark clouds. If I look fast enough, I will see the bright streaks Race across the sky.

If Only I Could

Poem Published February 23, 2016 By Rickza Kerr

If only I could help the world. I would like to get bad people and teach them how to be nice. If only I could fly and help people with their feelings, and stop them from killing people that are trying really hard to help us all to be good people and nice and kind to others like us who come from a different country. If only I could help my family from Haiti and us too.

Orange to Black

Poem Published February 23, 2016 by Kyle Lotke

Come on Come on Come on I bolt to the window Quick as lightning, with a gasp, my mouth drops open the sun is swiftly sliding into the water, an orange marble sinking into the horizon infusing the river with orange dye I think where does it go? does it sink into the river with a swoosh and a swish? does it dissipate into good dreams for the night?

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