by Sarah Das Gupta
They squat on lichen-green rocks,
looking into a shallow pool,
the water contained and warm.
The sand through the watery mirror
still ridged, clinging to the memory
of wild waves and running tides.
Like two sea queens, the children stare
into this miniature world
which for this moment
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by Colleen S. Harris
Brightly flowering plants
in easy reach are the most tempting—
the candied pinks and purples
of azaleas, alfalfa, lilac.
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by Jill Michelle
n. The end of night and dawn of dejection.
—Ambrose Bierce
This poem is not about a funeral
not about cold crescent rolls Continue reading
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by Donald Pasmore
I don’t want to hurt you but I have needs—I will take
your eye at the optic nerve and your adulthood has been Continue reading
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