Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Where is this crooning ether-gilded Thing? It mocks and keens our quiet coveting A shadow or an echo cannot cloy Or stuff...

Shall we drown in pathetic ignorance Where vast oceans of information swell? For what will be man’s great deliverance If we ...

 Wow, said my son Matt, as he reverently touched the pages of a neighbor's family heirloom Bible, 'this never changes....

From new-born cry until we die its need is captivating, An underlying hunger, pure, profound and inundating our sweet half-second t...