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The future is in the depths of your dark brown eyes Each success, stumble, stop and start takes my breath away Like the wind moving a leaf, I am carried to each high Each low. You are strong and fierce. Your unwavering loyalty...

Travis has already been moved at the semester and third quarter from two other teachers on the English staff. Now, administration thinks it’s my turn to give him a “fresh” start. He comes to school to take up space and see his...

1- Drinking tea outdoors beneath a blue umbrella 2- The blue hour before nightfall and the rain 3- Café doors open: inside someone sings the Blues   Alan Catlin has a recent full-length book of poems out from Roadside...

Look at how the Indus River dolphin brought itself back from extinction. It can happen. They live in sound. Nearly blind, they hunt the murky river waters, echolating day and night, a sonic existence, blissful, in an audio way....

The candle sweats between us. The psychic names the dead I once loved as if reading anonymous obituaries. My high school friend Joe who often won the 400 in the track meet after a night of partying — flung like a rag from the...

To throw magic around hunters: the fox knows the forest better than fear does, double back tracking its trail to confuse the blood-thirsty hounds, to outsmart the tracker’s own feet. Deer zigzag escape routes, wildly turning the...

My arms were enough when you were afraid, to save you from the big dog and his bite. Small hurts could be healed with sweet lemonade. I walked you to school and saw that you stayed, when fearful, comforted you through the night....

Jarred by the harsh sounds of English; she was confused by unknown smells and the touch of a new caretaker. Critically ill in the Korean orphanage, she had struggled, but now, in our home, her fevered cheeks had cooled. Some...

The Congo – Vachel Lindsay Drowsy Oregon drizzle fogs classroom windows as Arnold slinks to the back for a morning nap and Sandra’s crinoline leg-brushes the hot guy, as she sashays through the jungle of desks and giggles,...

As I sit in a café not far from home, A divided nation sharing one room. In a world that lets skin color define us, My heart grieves for those who would divide us. What I see are faces — unburdened by borders. What I hear are...