Dad

a poem by Frank Diamond Limped through lifeKicking along pavementsRemnants of an injuryFrom Kensington’s fieldsPast kept in checkBarely nodded toward Mark Twain’s sawAbout fathers, sonsCuts dully clichéd rutTaking much longerFor wisdom to descendLike a Pentecostal tongue Leaves house at nightTo catch R bus’s moanAt Boulevard and CQuiet, quiet, quiet descendsLike mist of prayerAscending to the … Continue reading Dad

Near Cades Cove At the Foot of the Smokies, By Mary Sherritze

Harsh across the hollow, a crow calls.  In the distance,  a blue-tinged smoke hovers over the vast blue mountain             a rustle of wind —                          on the decayed pine stump                                     beard lichen glistens Mountain laurel and flame azalea are stippled through- out the clearing: so thickly massed are the rose and  purple rhododendron, they seem afire … Continue reading Near Cades Cove At the Foot of the Smokies, By Mary Sherritze

Bricklayer

By Frank Diamond AUTHOR'S NOTE: My short story, “Bricklayer,” was published earlier this month (December 10, 2025) in County Lines: A Literary Journal. The issue features writers from all over the world. You can purchase the journal anywhere if you just give them the ISBN: 9798268850482 or purchase it online at Bookshop.org which shares revenue with an independent bookstore near … Continue reading Bricklayer