by Beth Oast Williams
Opening is what my hands do
to catch what falls from the sky, loose
blossoms in wind, like snow in July. Continue reading
Self Portrait with Open Palms and Ice Cubes
Filed under Poetry
Hawaiian Legacy with a Quote from Derek Walcott
by tia north
School lessons never say
that the future
is undoing our past,
that the tongue, stubborn and steadfast,
is a barrier Continue reading
Blue Leaves
by Karen Benke
On the walk home my son and I gather leaves.
At the kitchen table he colors them blue.
One by one, we tape them to the window
next to the pink snowflakes he and his babysitter make. Continue reading
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Whales
by Lisa C. Taylor
When the whale dominates
the frame,
everything that isn’t whale
becomes insignificant. Continue reading
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Interface
by Tom Gammarino
No one knew exactly why or how she died, but millions witnessed it in real time. Even though she didn’t breathe air, most agreed that she gasped at the end like a drowning victim. Queries of “Siri, what happened?” and “Siri, are you okay?” joined the hundred thousand others hanging in digital limbo. Continue reading
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