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THE WAY IT GOES BY CHARLIE BRICE

This tapestry of life finally, at age 75, has frayed at the edges The trail of thread too embossed in the center to unravel. Patterns of irony, travesty, triumph, and disappointment woven too tight to tear. Love, commitment, the...

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AH SUNFLOWER BY CHARLIE BRICE

After William Blake Harbinger of dread your withered head droops over my vase. Grown from a garden of love, you abide now in the chapel of death. Zoroaster, my cat, nibbles your wrinkled petals. How your brief experience...

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BEDDING THE PALE GODDESS

The question has always been, what to do      with the moon, bewitching in its many profiles, ever changing, beautiful. What do we      humans do with it? We find a bed, lie down, and shut it off. That’s what we do with the pale...

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THE KING OF CLICHÉS BY DANIEL WEITZMAN

“Are you going to eat that?” He couldn’t believe he’d said that, then again, he could. He wasn’t exactly a prose-master, was known to lean into the occasional cliché. Plus, the last of Maryanne’s tuna melt looked pretty darn...

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DOG DAY MORNING BY CRAIG RONDINONE

It was an honor to be asked to read to my friend’s third-grade class on National Reading Day. I remembered how wonderful it was to have my boring, phonics-filled mornings interrupted by guest speakers when I went to elementary...

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UNSWEPT BY GENE HYDE

The broom in the corner hints at possibilities…yet mist is lifting on the hill as wisps of clouds slowly unmask the sun. Wrens chatter in the woods as my dog patiently gazes out the screen door. The hillside beckons, the cool...

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WATERY DUST BY GENE HYDE

Flat, jagged-edged rocks, piled just so, turned the creek into a pond. Crawfish lurked under water-worn stones landlocked lobsters, pincers big enough to nab little fingers if you weren’t careful. Lift a stone off the bottom,...

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GOALLESS BY GENE HYDE

Sometimes when snowflakes brush my face, or when sunlight tickles my feet as I cross the floor, I’m reminded to wallow and ignore my best-laid plans, my endless list of goals. After all, somewhere snowflakes always fall,...

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