June 6, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at June 6, 2024Categories PoetryFaith and Workhough it's said the thief towards His right received redemptive grace through faith alone, his time on earth was brief, but mine is not.
May 14, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at May 14, 2024Categories Blog PoetryRising TideThe tides have plundered the shoreline, leaving a reek of decay and iodine leaving a reek of decay and iodine and even the high art of a cerulean sky appears to be something strangely buoyant,
May 2, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at May 2, 2024Categories Blog PoetryCompost Bury me in a Shallow Grave Where I can Feel Above as Below, Where Sun Rays and Rains may Embrace me still…
April 23, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at April 23, 2024Categories Blog PoetryTwilightLife is a libation pouring down chasms opening before it, into a geriatric underworld..
April 12, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at April 12, 2024Categories Blog PoetryA Long Way From DAREBeing underage and low on cigarettes I picked up the butts with unsmoked tobacco portions from the ashtrays of local restaurants
April 2, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at April 2, 2024Categories Blog PoetryEvening at the Boarding Gate – DublinThis unfolds on a discarded day of low-lying light and rain to pitiless pilgrims who still search…
March 27, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at March 27, 2024Categories Blog PoetryNeighborhood ListJust down the road, I know that tree. So I go looking, phone at the ready, but there’s nothing. I look at the list again.…
March 20, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at March 20, 2024Categories Blog PoetryBermuda NocturneAir’s pearl-strung with tears of salt and husks of hibiscus. Low lying clouds extend dusk like an oilcloth across the western horizon,
March 12, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at March 12, 2024Categories Blog PoetryShe Stole My Stars…She stopped to pluck the tender notes from every melody and cawed discordant words into my each attempt at poetry
February 28, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at February 28, 2024Categories Blog PoetryClifftop RevisitedMemories of youth still eating at her psyche…
February 22, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at February 22, 2024Categories Blog PoetryTypewriterpoised to catapult, tumble in such a way they remain reposed, even when aloft in a flourish of pizzicato bluster.
February 13, 2024Published by Cyndi Lublink at February 13, 2024Categories Blog PoetryWhen I Became a Modern WomanI swallowed anything my parents gave me as long as it tasted sweet. You do not see how I’ve grown fierce