Poetry Analog Rust by Steven E. Croner Posted on September 16, 2021September 16, 2021 I. Twenty-five years.Twenty-five million specks of dust.The flakes of rustblew through plastic and boards:life passed… Read More
Poetry Direction by Steven E. Croner Posted on February 11, 2020August 16, 2020 Flowing is the tide to sink through the sands. Faster in speed. Slower in thought. Decisive in action. Read More