Chalice by Donna Hilbert

Chalice I want to empty my chalice of grief, and be like the neighbor’s two dogs early this morning unleashed on the warm and sun-strewn beach, so alive in their streamlined bodies, running, sniffi…

ONE ART: a journal of poetry
Morning on my Deck in the New Regime by Donna Hilbert

Morning on my Deck in the New Regime I see a chap I know, walking with two friends on the boardwalk dividing my tall house from beach below, and hear invoked with flourish, the Bard of Avon’s holy …

ONE ART: a journal of poetry