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I riffle, in night’s realm of imaginings, through mind’s pages of guilt, the chapter I stand sidelined, as America tears itself apart, as it tears apart the world. And I— I can do nothing. Guilty, but lament, on pages blank, how...

In the blue harbor, my hammock creaks and sways to the song of coconut palm wind chimes. Waves slosh against the islanders’ houseboats dotting the water— a Seurat painting. Mangrove trees exhale— breathing life into the haze and...

I know a place where Snow-on-the-Mountain blankets the ground, wild clover makes a necklace and a crown, lilac blooms adorn kitchen tables, rambling roses tell of fables, spring beauties wander through a meadow, buttercups boast...

Blue heaven Joyful song Rising sun Holy vessel Spark bird Sacred surprise Eastern bluebird Yellow world   Angie Kinman is a writer and retired teaching living in Nashville. She has always been passionate about teaching...

I have forgotten the tall police officer at my front door we have arrested your husband squad cars idling in the driveway my dog struggling at my feet     chest constricting     mind on fire I don’t remember pleading he’s given...

Based on the 1964 song, La Vie l’Amour la Mort by Félix Leclerc (1918-1988) I heard the poet sing           In his deep baritone He made his guitar ring           Arpeggios multitone How beautiful is life           Like a knot...