the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

tables and oceans

by rcribay

there used to be only
a table between us
with words etched in wood

but these days there is an
ocean to cross
our words now electric.

dinkin’ donkeys

by Roger Mugs

As always
Something around here
Smells

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