‘The Sparrow’: A Poem by Michael Pietrack
The Sparrow It started in the dark and early hours. Kyiv—asleep, enjoying blissful dreams. Then missiles streaked. Explosions. Debris ...
The Sparrow It started in the dark and early hours. Kyiv—asleep, enjoying blissful dreams. Then missiles streaked. Explosions. Debris ...
La Uva I packed a bag of grapes into her lunch. My hands resembled his, though not as worn; ...
Beautiful She cracked a throaty Marlboro laugh that piped her spicy liquored breath into my face. Her blouse hung ...
https://youtu.be/jd7Zxqf4zDs?si=Ny4BwTAKFJ0378sl The Last At-Bat of Lyndon Braun The crowd was on its feet because they knew it was ...
Bruce, the painting is very much worth consideration, both its particulars and the essence less easy to define. You have…
I should add, the gifts Nature unstintingly provides are what we customarily call Providence.
In the first poem, I think the author is onto something. Nature (Creation) is a balm for every trouble; it…
And the aid of rarer, more valuable, more desirable, lastingly iconic art. Confirmed antidote to toxins too common.
One thing I learned recently from an internet study, as long as an elderly person showers or bathes, they do…
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