Taking Form

Taking Form

By Robin Corak  I am like water. I touch and am touched by or feel in some way, shape, or form, everything and everyone I come into contact with. I run deep and I can be unpredictable. Sometimes I am still and silent, with an energy that nurtures and accepts. I move slowly in that…

Acorn-poetry

Acorn-poetry

Acorn by Rhosyn Gwyn I once lived amidst the clouds in lofty limbs that held me close. I touched the sky without waxen wings. But I, too, have plummeted fallen and disgraced. The honorable tower above me casting down their dead and dying. And here I lie among the reeking wreckage of decay searching for…