Poems from Smyrna.Slam

Asteria
Every day Asteria tends her quail A hundred years and she's still not frail Generations of lonely children They come to her sick and pale...
Kathryn Emerson9/3/15If I Were
Kathryn 9/3/15 If I Were A Word If I were a word I'd be simple word Shine Shine bright and always be positive If someone flipped to the...