by Alex Pickens
The cormorant glides,
oil slick shadow
on the flawless lake, Continue reading
by Alex Pickens
The cormorant glides,
oil slick shadow
on the flawless lake, Continue reading
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by Carol Hamilton
On the shore of sky
I stand and think Continue reading
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by Angela Nishimoto
Using the de-thorner to flake off the extraneous, plucking damaged, unsightly petals one by one. Thorns, leaves, stems, petals scattered around my feet. At this time and place, roses needed to be in bud to sell. If they were bloomed out, they were trashed; like other produce, they had a short shelf life. Continue reading
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By Gene Twaronite
I stare impolitely,
captivated by the artist’s ensnaring
strokes that demand we enter
and drink in every detail— Continue reading
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by Robin Schauffler
When we were young my sister read a book where the heroine believed that if you could count one hundred white horses in a summer you would get your wish, any wish you wanted. This seemed like powerful magic. Continue reading
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