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shades of green pose against dull grey-brown. Sweet maple saplings stand in the woods, their foothold strong and balanced in the deep dark soil. New shoots of poplar have ruptured the forest floor. Through dense thicket, they...

Rain falls on palms and vines, bordering the lagoon at Broad Creek. It splatters against the wooden deck of a fishing boat moored to the pier. Even though the wind makes the reeds appear to tremble, the ducks descend into water...

became two sunflowers in the sun. When I blinked, you left your shadow for me to keep in the corner of my dream, and at night, it beckons me with one raised arm.   Joe Milosch worked as a trail locator for the Cleveland...

Night is opened by a moon as round as life, and all our words, like wind, roar then die down. November breezes shake moon rings onto rooftops, they bounce off our half-buried intentions and toll the time to our hearts. Time to...

Cycling around the lake, balancing between a warm November afternoon and a da Vinci blue sky, I measure passing time. There are still some golds and reds in the fading leaves. Mallards and Canada geese splash towards bread...

She is liquid sapphire, the Aegean, conjuring myths in her cauldron beneath the open sea smooth as Aphrodite’s cheek. Santorini, jewel of the Cyclades, where volcanic sands write secrets about wars and heroes. Creamy pumice...

My body, a masterpiece of pointillism—freckles, moles, brown spots, pink spots, little red roses, age spots, bright cherry bunions, and bouquets of bruises paint their impressionism on my skin. After years living near the...

I married a rebel, my husband says, when I entered a construction site. In my defense, there was no one working. My nephew calls me an instigator because my tee shirt says, Be a Jimmy – Not a Donald. He says I’m a...

Once-upon-a-time friends shout Fascists in the Maidan, US imperialism, NATO encroachment, De-nazify Ukraine, and Ukraine is not a real nation. My friends respond, The right of self-determination, Russian imperialism, The right...

That which once was difficult becomes easy. That which once was easy, becomes hard. That which once was hard, becomes limp. Then becoming becomes no more.

I sit beneath trees whose names I do not know. Their foot-long spears droop down around miniature pine-cones. Below a cloud-crammed sky, Coles Bay’s waves caress starfish on their trip to a shell-strewn shore. Yesterday, when I...

Does it matter which way you go— the scenery the same, the views different, each an apology to the other, each a misunderstanding of the other? The line between tips one way or another. Then down you go! Into the throb of half...