by Peter Grandbois
There is only this hollow
tree shaped from fear Continue reading
by Peter Grandbois
There is only this hollow
tree shaped from fear 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 AE Hines
Lying with the man I love,
I muse about a farm
high in the Colombian mountains,
where terraced slopes of coffee
meander valley to peak
and disappear into mist. Continue reading
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