M. Hughes

I bought pool noodles and went to a creek with my friends. Baby rapids flew us past rocks on our orange and green life lines. Children....

There is a park That I lay in. I check my shoes For spiders. I feel blades Of grass and weeds poke Through my blanket. Last spring, every...

Like cardinals, yes, fiery Butterflies, the leaves Now finally changing with The awakening air, all Fluttering from above, falling In...

My friends don’t know how much I love horses, how I went to a rodeo, laughed the whole time about being there, but left and thought, if I...

If every book Filled with words Became blank, If the trees Sacrificed Themselves to serve The stories, If every hand Chose a pen And...

Whisper, whisper, softer now. Hush. The cave drafts quiet moans. It drips, drops pellets of dew. Tapping, tapping. The echoes slapping...

There are two paths, As there usually are— Maybe three, five. When weighed on a scale They come back even, Teetering up and down, Back...

For the end I will be gone. I will be a sea away, I must move to remember the world, but the return— It comes after you depart. Before me...