The River Reporter

Faded remembrance

I walk through the bustling crowds. The others pass by, unaware of the one that moves amongst them. A weathered soul that has faced more than one demon. They mingle and laugh, unaware of the …

Tunnels

Mirror of my soul

I choose love

Sauce

A poem by FRANS ANTONISSEN

Cell-dom

Air meets sky

Ode to the magnificent monarch butterfly

Global warming is not coming, it's already here

By BERNIE CREAMER

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