Article Tag: Poetry-Dreams

Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2018

By Ana Carpenter

Sometimes I pretend I am the queen of the world Gliding in a silver sleigh of dreams My dress is made of ripped up clouds And my crown is woven with...

There once was a land. So far and fine, Full of dreams and thoughts. The place people came when they dreamed, the place people came when they slept. So far and...

The sound of thunder and rain thrashing around, clinging to the Empire State Building. As it flails and turns, I jump through the window. As the small bang of...