Poem: Rock Creek by Naomi Ayala
Rock Creek All along the path the trees are tired strangers. I see my reflection in the brush. Young deer...
Rock Creek All along the path the trees are tired strangers. I see my reflection in the brush. Young deer...
I have walked the same stretch of trail at Rock Creek Park for 17 years—this past year, through each of...
D.C. poet and performer Quique Avilés is currently performing his new work, “Tongue: Sin Pelos en la Lengua,” a funny...
At the Split This Rock poetry festival Saturday, Eduardo C. Corral captivated the packed audience with award-winning poetry and a...
This weekend the poetry organization Split This Rock is hosting its biannual festival of readings, workshops and panel discussions. The...