Celery

By Anthony Babeaux Everyone has a phobiaAn irrational fear which when said aloudCan come across as puzzlingDriving is currently my cruxAn Achilles heel so to speak Whether it is newfound…

Echo of Hallowed Ground

Winding gravel veinsbody of the mountainspeppered by frecklesof carved limestone remembranceaged by creeping mosscracks of time, worn by winds. Whispered breaths,rolling mists’ dense fogfill riven boardssplintered white paint.Muted glow of…

Leviathan

I heard the crashing on the shore The thrashing, smashing, bashing gore Yet I sailed on inside my ship The waves rose up - My bow had dipped Into the…
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Flar

Two weeks into February I climb the hill to see them, their fierce forms thrust up, fight in cold to grow in green of green, these Daffodils of the ridge,…
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Within Appalachia

“Within Appalachia” It is within these mountains which I reside, That I find peace. Peace within the tallest oak trees, within the squirrels darting about, Making their way through the…