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slant sun where a road cuts through the forest leaves burnished brown and falling warm today but cold awaits us and the trees will be gaunt again and bare   Tony Reevy’s previous publications include poetry, non-fiction and...

My own morality; my own mind. It’s the only thing that can stop me. A small plane drifts overhead, gentle on the breeze. Then, revs up, soars high, dives— guns blaze. Fiberglass fishing boat shatters to shards, chunks of what...

Diamond Hill Cemetery still too much wind in the trees gleaming new obelisk at the entrance— Love    Hope   the old talisman stones are gone but fresh ones cluster at the signpost’s base some pleas the same—cancer and some new—...

Mystic colors strike my naked skin Beams of warm light penetrate me The power of this unconditional love overcomes me. I’m emboldened to rise and set myself free. Free of the chains that imprisoned me. I now dance to the light...

A blanket of heat and humidity swaddles you like a cold, snowy, wintry night. Holding you so tight that you begin to sweat, pores opening to release the burdens and absorb the new life. The metropolis’s skyscrapers,...

Times of hardship, when life is far from unknown, I rush back to black. I seek out Amy, my comforting belle. Hearing her voice calms me, with a bourbon in hand, I can breathe again. I don’t know why. Brightness always...

There’s nothing like having a tail wagging, bouncy little dog come up to me on the street, put its legs up on mine and look at me with an adorable, trusting face. And if it could speak, I’d hear it say, “Hi there! I can tell...

Neither of my parents were crazy, mean, or bad people but if I had to do it over again, I likely wouldn’t choose either of them. I’d want a more patient, accessible, understanding father, who supported me— was less critical, and...

Stopping in front a hair salon that was owned by a woman I had met at a party around forty years ago, and asked for her phone number— who responded, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend!”— I looked in through the window to see if I could...

if you need someone to talk to today talk to me if you’re grieving and the body-blow of loss has flattened the air from your lungs talk to me if you’re confused and seeking clarity from indecision talk to me if your heart is...

last night turning in after a very full day I tried to identify this new feeling it seemed familiar yet unique like a childhood sleepover mixed with the start of something exciting tinged with sadness of patina-ed grief, loss...

with the sun on my skin and my thoughts in the clouds I round the bend shifting my gaze to the surface I fall in your serenity seamlessly gliding across only gentle ripples in your wake mesmerized transfixed besotted time...