Month: April 2023

A WOMAN OF STATURE BY PATTY SOMLO

In the old black-and-white photograph of my third-grade class, I am sitting on the ground in the first row, missing one of my upper right teeth. Shorter than many of my classmates, I’ve been relegated to the front. Decades...

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WONDERING HOW YOU ARE BY SARAH WOOD

I’ve been forgiving you all day. And my ankle aches where it broke In 2013. The never-ending broken ankle. I want to put out a softer friendlier me to you Across the multiverse. Are you still miserable? I can’t conceive of you...

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THIS IS CREATION BY SARAH WOOD

The hawk sees by the light of a moon that dwells in ease, flying low without the need to seize some mouse sleeping in the night. Restful now in its flight, no vision of the dance cerise, lofting on a gentle breeze, lacy trees, a...

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ON A HOOK BY SARAH WOOD

Your eyelid twitches on this night Out with him whom I just met. He pretended not to see me or hear you. You’re an opera singer cranking pop tunes To keep him comfy. A shock of your hair Would escape. (But no, I mustn’t kid...

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WAITING BY SARAH WOOD

I could swear there’s a ghost in the cloudless night because I feel someone, something. An inky hawk against the moon peeks into the lacy trees. (He’s not now searching for the mouse.) A cerulean shadow speaks of the unseen. Am...

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SPRING COMING IN MAINE BY JEAN ANNE FELDEISEN

Sun screams its bright. Rises up straight                       despite clouds, reflects brazen                       on snow. Not the bold of bright tulips the pale of daffodil—or any color, really                            ...

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WATER LEVELS BY JEAN ANNE FELDEISEN

We were friends, but different. I loved her loud laughter as it ripped raucous down staid hallways. Proper professionals tried to shush her. Didn’t work. She admired my cooking, the let’s take it on the road       ...

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LOSS BY DEBORAH H. DOOLITTLE

Silence fell like sheets of rain and the soft gurgles of spout and drain. Each room an empty vessel, a hollowed-out shell, an ocean’s echo chamber. Thought she heard the stumbling buzz of bees bumping into the screens, leaving...

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