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Poetry
Poetry
Distance from the Storm
Clean mask in hand, I stand and look across the yard.Warren works the garden, scratching down a dusty row.From a…
David Milley
Poetry
Three Poems
Test Results You’re negative.Are you sure?I’m positive. normalcy in chaos hearing her harping on all that’s changedsince this virus struckmakes me…
Carl "Papa" Palmer
Poetry
Repair
When a treasured tea bowl shattered,the kintsugi master glued the fragmentswith a paste of lacquer mixed with powdered gold.The lacquer…
Richard Schiffman
Poetry
From the Journal of Abial Folger (19th C)
This daysixteen yearsagoI stepped my feeton Welsh land and a grievousdayit was to me All the companywho were sointimate …
Christopher Snook
Poetry
Raised Bed
“Everyone thought I’d be the first to go”He said through a little gadget the size of his old Lucky’s. It…
Geoff Knowlton
Poetry
These Days
These days I mostly want to be quiet.Except when I don’t.What I’m saying is I want to choose.At the same…
Linda Chidsey
Poetry
Farm Market Encounter
I stumble,spill strawberries across asphalt. You kneel without a word,hands bearing sweetness into mine,sun radiant around your dark head. You…
Laura Grace Weldon
Poetry
The Small Notches
An entire week and I finally rubbedthe last of the price tag’s sticky residuefrom the coffee mug I bought off…
Steven Ray Smith
Poetry
Invitation and Reply
(for Ted Herman) Come along with me,His eyes on mine invite. I’m sorry; I don’t think; I mean,those shoes you…
Nancy L. Bieber
Poetry
Here Am I, Lord, Send Me
for my grandmother, Miriam Lindsey Levering (1913-1991) Blue light a nimbus from the TV, she’s listeningto the darkness delivering news…
Alexander Levering
Poetry
Christmas Program
Bales of real hayclump aroundthe false manger.The choir files in,an unheavenly host,to predestined slotson stage.I spot David,my almost angelic son;our…
Nancy Thomas
Poetry
Light Dark Light
I don’t believe in evil as an entity, some devil animating the doings of those whose faith is weak. Instead…
Laura Weldon
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