Airport Poems – Elizabeth Hemp
at the bottom of the escalator in terminal 3 I’m sorry He says And I…
at the bottom of the escalator in terminal 3 I’m sorry He says And I…
Mock Funeral There was no funeral.No flowers.No ceremony.No one had died.No weeping or wailing.Just in…
a strawberry What keeps you here I ask my heart Stranger in a strange land,…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPwsEkbUSJE Traveling At A Young Age, a spoken word poem. "Friends one leaves behind for…
You're Invited, You Know Look, look at the rain pounding into the dust outside, doesn't…
Somewhere closer to near but far, I come from new names of old lands, Oceans,…
Poem and illustration by Beth Restrick. Other poems by Beth Restrick - I've Left My…
by Ghanaperu Do you know how many times I have moved?Sometimes I count them on…
Another filled up, worn-out suitcase, another crossed off day—Tomorrow I’ll again be going a million…