Mount of Olives by Patrick T. Reardon
On the dark Mount of Olives, in a rain-jeweled copse above the garden, I removed my...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
On the dark Mount of Olives, in a rain-jeweled copse above the garden, I removed my...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Dear Mom, They keep me safe here It’s not worth knowing that They’ve...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
This place has changed for good Your economic theory said it would —Gordon Matthew “Sting”...
Read MoreIn a world where water is essential for life, its contamination can unleash a silent...
Read MoreWithin myself, within your gaze’s view, A dual existence strives to bloom anew, Two facets...
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