Atrium’s Pop-Up Poetry
Our staff writers draft dozens of poems during our live poetry writing events. Here are some of the best … Read moreAtrium’s Pop-Up Poetry
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A Yellow Rose
Wearily I wade through a field of roses, the weight of life and lost love as my guide … Read moreA Yellow Rose
When my Papa died, I laughed
“Who is that?”
No one else was in the room.
“Who, Papa?
“The boy standing there,” he said. He pointed to the corner of the piano room.
When he began to hallucinate, I knew I could no longer talk to him … Read moreWhen my Papa died, I laughed
Those Stars
This poem was written around 1 a.m. on a bone-chilling night at the edge of Paynes Prairie as I lay on the waterfront shrouded in darkness. A single flickering candle cast its weary beacon of inspiration across the still-empty lines of my open journal … Read moreThose Stars
Healing waters
On a late fall morning, volunteer park ranger Mariela Mason navigates the turquoise waters of Gilchrist Blue Springs in an orange kayak. She paddles past canopies of trees and herds of swimmers in search of relief from the Florida heat … Read moreHealing waters