Poem by Patricia Dubrava
She’s staring dreamily at the bronze figures, life-size, in full gallop, cascading from their marble pedestal.
She’s staring dreamily at the bronze figures, life-size, in full gallop, cascading from their marble pedestal.
It is an easy though mentally challenging hike that affords excellent views of the Chevron Refinery.
Einstein said, 'Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.'
Over my coffee I read that John Hoke’s dead, and outside our problems multiply.
Again and again the thick filament grips thin abdomens.