Trigger Warning. Caution:  This poem tends to glorify being a man.

Laugh as a Young Man Laughs

Laugh as a young man laughs.

Laugh hearty, laugh out loud,

Laugh at (...)

The Tide Barely Felt

Time, the tide barely felt,

Sweeps us

Away.

Its low waves rush across the shore

And withdraw,

The clicking sounds of tiny rocks colliding,

Raking over their fellows,

And

With (...)

Morning Moon

by Phil Cline

Mist surrounds the morning moon

Hovering above night’s remainder,

Heaven’s pale reflection of regret.

Dawn waits wet residue to dry,

Moist women asleep, their legs languid,

Carelessly (...)

Impatient of the Dawn

No new lease for the cabin in the wood,

No replenishment for the lake

At the bottom of the hill,

No more apple slice

Slipped between (...)

A good short story

Like a dream, starts

In the middle;

Ends with a shake

Of your shoulders

Or a scream.