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BONE ON BONE BY RICK CHRISTIANSEN
Party of the first part— She is bitter. She perceives the benefits wrought from competence, as luck— in others. A buffet of dysfunction kept warm by a heat lamp of anxiety. I vaguely remember her childhood. Something gooey and...
Read MoreSILENT LOVE BY MARIANNE LYON
I’ve begun to realize you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and dimension all its own – Chaim Potak There is all around whirling world of silent love everywhere I look quiet merciful hands touch heal,...
Read MoreSPRING GRINS BY MARIANNE LYON
when I write a poem about her she is tacit but her child, Blackbird chants a response from nearby budding oak tweets staccato song that flies on cool breeze ascends mossy hills weaves through children-filled park ripples on...
Read MoreEXTREME UNCTION BY MARIANNE LYON
Death ends a life Not a relationship – Mitch Albom Sometimes although I no longer exclaim Our Father a prayer whispers itself asks my eyes to listen to secrets from feminine stars exhaling light like on biblical eve above...
Read MoreAND THEN I LOVED THE WINTER BY CAITLYN BEAN
Posted by admin | Jun 15, 2021 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
I love the winter. Despite my body having little insulation from the cold, it’s become my favorite season. I love watching as everyone adds more and more layers to their outfits by the day and how the tips of noses and...
Read MorePROJECTION BY CLAIRE LI
the sun grazes you with her fingertips and longs to hold you closer for longer warmth she dances between your eyes a promiscuous butterfly giggling as she spins light the wind shares her secrets with you like fresh polaroids...
Read MoreJACQUI’S JOURNAL BY ROBERT NISBET
Friday, July the twenty-first. Journey from Gatwick was easy enough. Across the way from me were this couple, mother and daughter, very English, countryside types, the girl disabled, it appeared. Kind people, cheerful, but when...
Read MoreON THE BIG BLUE BUS BY ROBERT NISBET
Three-year-old Willis, bustled on to the bus on Fishguard square, can only see a god, a driver, a man who can drive a big blue bus. His mother smiles at the driver too, responds to his salute, but then it’s back to thoughts of...
Read MoreCLICKING ON MY PAST BY JOAN POTTER
Posted by admin | Jun 14, 2021 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
It was the picture of Leonard Cohen that made me think of him. The photo was posted on Facebook, and when it caught my eye, I immediately saw the resemblance to my college boyfriend, Larry. That was a long time ago, but it was...
Read MorePIET MONDRIAN’S NAME IS AN ANAGRAM OF ‘I PAINT MODERN’ BY LYNNE KEMEN
My arm at night, a thing studied in a dusty room. A classroom, a schoolmaster, I act like a cat. Dessert bakes stress, bad credit, no debit. Clapping my card on the table reflecting. “Did you know that eleven plus two=twelve...
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