I can’t remember if I ever posted this before, but it seems appropriate in this season. I don’t write a lot of poetry, and most of it is pretty silly. Sometimes not. Autumn Villanelle by Marian Allen The blooms that fade beneath the frost were…

Here’s a poem from the Southern Indiana Writers Group‘s anthology MOST WANTED. The Part of My Brain That Wants to Sell My Writing by Marian Allen The part of my brain that wants to sell my writing is the part I want to destroy. If…

I haven’t posted a poem for a long time. Some people might say I’m not posting a POEM now, within the strictest meaning of the term. You know what those people can do, don’t you? IF THEY DON’T LIKE IT, THEY CAN LUMP IT, THAT’S…