Along This Path, a Five O’Clock Poem by Stephen Fuller with Audio
Along this path, over winter, limbs, Branches and whole trees fell. It looks as though this has been Happening for years, some logs Brittle as you…
Along this path, over winter, limbs, Branches and whole trees fell. It looks as though this has been Happening for years, some logs Brittle as you…
Today we are forced to sequester to prevent the spread of COVID-19. We realize how powerful we are when it comes to our wellness because we…
This was my first published poem, in 2006 in the Powhatan Review, a defunct local journal out of Norfolk, Virginia. The editor, Greg Avila, was kind…
turn it off tune out live the slow way breathe in breathe out dig in dirt its wetness worms gobble mix it up organic whirl so…
The ocean when still, beautiful like blown glass, feels like death. Ocean, move! remind me of the living – your rhythm like that of the…