Leaves of Ink

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - I don’t think about you anymore. Not about the first days when I shyly took your offered hand and ...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - The raven-black stallion, tired of being saddled with people and their problems, broke from the ba...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Keep a tight rein on me. Otherwise, I’ll kick and scream and fight to unleash what cannot be said,...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - O Seraph, stone of the gods, how is it that you were torn from the crag above and flushed by the t...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Come with me to the center of time, where caverns are carved from black onyx. We can watch our refl...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Dedicated to Paul Plyler Keep a scarecrow on your shoulder to ward off the black-winged birds tha...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - The rain tree showers you with her yellow flowers, and, like her branches, your arms stretch high ...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - When they ask where I am, tell them I went kayaking – meandered downriver seeking the hidden cove ...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Out of the dusk walks the muse of the night who gathers the darkness and whispers a secret in its ...

Contributor: Cynthia B Pitman - - Careless, we make eye contact. We instinctively look away. We should listen to that instinct and...

Contributor: Cynthia B Pitman - - A trampled scrap of paper scoots with the wind across the dry dirt road. On it are written someon...

Contributor: Cynthia B Pitman - - The world is flat today. No curvature of the earth creating in us such primal verve that we twir...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Before the floods flashed and carved the hills into red rock caverns, before the fires flamed and ...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Hearken to the wind-chimes. They announce the coming symphony. Their hanging xylophone of cacophony...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Part of the sleet was comfortable, a reliable foe. Its slanted needles, the spit of the sky, jabb...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - “Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee.” - -- Gerard Manley Hopkins When Sor...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - “We announce on flaring posters that a man has fallen off a scaffolding. We do not announce on flari...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Dedicated to Eric Pitman He squints his eyes, adjusts his hat, Hunkers down and grips the bat. E...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - “We want to hear ‘emergent voices,’” they say. “But I am not one,” I reply. “Rather, I am a ‘subme...

Contributor: Cynthia Pitman - - Dedicated to Rebecca Pitman Sing out the dark. Sing out the sadness. Sing out the fear of being...