open form poetry

Freezing Warm Sunday Morning

M.P.C. / August 11, 2024

Warm Sunday morning. 11:11 on the clock. Been sitting here since nine sharp. Why can’t I get up, I wonder, […]

M.P.C. / February 7, 2024

Life is but hustle and bustle sometimes so in the in betweens I find distraction a shooting star, a deep

M.P.C. / July 17, 2023

We’re all trying so hard just to be happy. Gosh, we are. Yet sometimes you can’t help but wonder why

M.P.C. / May 12, 2021

Nothing worse to a writer than meeting blank pages on the daily and not meeting the rhymes or the lines

M.P.C. / March 1, 2021

One morning, I blinked and reality wasn’t any longer. “Fourteen days,” I was told. An early Spring break…I couldn’t be