Project Poetry Month 2026

Chinoiserie Cafe by Allan Larkin

 While I Grieve

By Cynthia Davis

This must be the place

You keep those small gestures of kindness

While I am somewhere else.

You remembered I am grieving

And you put it here

In your room of the ancient tapestry

Guarded by the fierce lion-dog.

You keep me with you here

In this place of the old civilization

You wait in silence while I cannot speak.

Seeing me in my wholeness

is important enough to you

That you hold three parts of me here

So that I don't disappear. 

Pitcher by Emily Allison

On The Sandlot

By Corey Williams

A heavy swing that cuts the air

Below the humid summer glare

His father, shouting, stands and stares

While he sets out to run

A surging dash that sets the pace

As sweat runs down his burning face

He thunders forth into a race

Against the other team

The bouncing ball lands in a mitt

And flies again, as in a fit

Its yarn unfurling from the hit

That sent it riding forth

He dives to bring his trophy home

Down to this day, the game is known

By Amber Olson

You’ve been at the bottom of a well and it’s a labyrinth.

You’ve solved secret after secret. life out of death, medicine from poison.

Built

yourself a sanctuary

in the mouth of the dark, learned

to tend the wild mosses and how

to make flowers of darkness grow.

Am I inside or outside?

Did I create this or was I put here?

You ask the questions that direct

your quest.

Now at its outer edges you have found

its final secret–

it's time you weren’t alone:

Gather your grimores and your potions,

And climb

By MariJean Wegert

@marijeanelizabeth.substack.com