WAITING FOR AN EPIPHANY I am waiting for sunlight to stream through the clouds of political discord so I can speak to my friends again and I am waiting for them to remember we were once inquisitive children

There are days when Facebook becomes unbearable. Yes I know people who don't go there at all and not without merit refer to it as Fedbook. Yet many of us still use it as our digital water cooler. I actually

Without Grace time was our hunger gnawing holes into our stomachs the fence waiting to be jumped the walls melting into us the drab days of no light the silence at the table of dysfunction the long stare

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My name is Carly. My nephew told me about this place and thought I might like it. I'm a published poet so will share some of that here as well as possibly getting into some of the discussions. I look forward

Dirt Ghosts i am stitched together loosely so the air gets in this is not flesh but filament hen leavings and raven pickings tendon streamers gored sallow anchored to bone buoyed by god-seeds it will take