I usually don’t tell people. I learned it only makes them quiet, their eyes shifting as if they don’t know what to think or say. As if they want to escape. This time, though, his eyes got wider, not in surprise, it seemed, not...
Read MoreOne night in the park a yearling doe was trotting sideways through early snow over still green grass dancing and pausing, dancing and pausing like a baby Paso Fino testing new ground She held her head upright as she played...
Read MoreA slow-moving storm has been leaning over us for hours. You can feel in the air the oncoming night of January rain, but I’m waiting in the car outside Trader Joe’s, listening to torn-off strips of conversation while people go in...
Read MoreThe history of the city is etched in names weathered down to afterimages on stone – Sidebottom, Orsini, Ruiz, Pierre. Flashes of color decorate the newest graves, plaster angels and empty liquor bottles, baseball hats of...
Read Moremy very favorite color horizon Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poetry has appeared internationally in a wide variety of journals, two of her poems have won international...
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Read Moredeep sigh tomorrow Saturday
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Read Moreyou found a little dog huddling in a fox’s den (the sound might have been a siren it might have been the whine of a table saw) leaves trembling all those shades of green, and red I pulled a package from the top of the closet my...
Read MoreOn this day, February 9th 2025, may we pray to the patron saint of football players, Luigi Scrosoppi, (1804-1884) chosen as ‘a good fit’ for the sport given his love of children, his joyful spirit and his extraordinary virtues...
Read MoreThe definition of hell was being a woman in the 1700’s. I never thought about this until I read The Frozen River by Ariel Lawhon. This author pulls no punches regarding the severity of how women were disrespected, attacked and...
Read MoreRolf Westerling looked for a final time at the faces of his three children. They were gathered around his bedside, heads bowed as if nodding off, a sniff from his youngest, the nervous tick of his eldest’s perennial...
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