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On summer nights when fireflies abound, it’s hard not to believe in fairy flight, to discard fancy born, formless, beneath the moon-bright shiver. On summer nights the insect bodies sway and tumble, weave fey runes in heated air...

A mail truck rumbles fitfully, a bucking rectangle of promise: catalogs and bills, adverts, stills in b & w, color inserts, an avalanche of unfamiliar conversations: hearing aids and plumbing, medications, an endless,...

A teacup in porcelain, a yawning emptiness. A silver spoon, minus the money. Newsprint on a greenscreen, technology’s darling. A water’s edge bench in need of repair. In the background: an iced pond reflecting a prairie shorn of...

so hoarse I didn’t recognize. Not only have I hurt you but each day it takes the healing means you must love me less

Jump over a creek, wade a stream swim across a river. Float that river to cross a sea to sail an ocean to walk in the rain. You can sink like a leaf or a stone.

Ice when it freezes. Snow when it’s white. Fire when it boils. Cloud when it rises. Rain falling. A river flowing. A pond when it pools. A sea to sail on. BRUCE TAYLOR ‘s poetry appears in Able Muse, The American Journal of...

To stay means to bring a gleam of aspiration and the serene confidence of hope. Hope means to treasure a tomorrow. The desire for a sunny morning. If you stay, tomorrow will be a new day. Tomorrow will bring, Endless...

Oh America, I have left in search of a haven. Away from the cries of my people. Away from the fear you nurse. Away in a search for the love of all. Oh America, today I have traveled back in time. A lost Chinese girl cries about...

I let him in with an open heart and all its passages For light and love to find its way My spirit soared as the soul saw its match I leapt for joy on that spectacular day But the end made its appearance in betrayal Searing,...