reservation required by Sara Clancy an ordinary cafe window watches the daylight long enough to concede that no moon will sweep its prosaic crystal inside the room may speculate in the music of glassware and hurry until some perfect theory... Continue Reading →
Not So Still Lives by Don Kingfisher Campbell Sun streaming through blinds makes oranges and apples in a basket on a wooden dining table look like still life. Presence and aroma warm a living room so much a tan carpet... Continue Reading →
Identification by Alan Gann Terns do not twist and dive to unheard ballets— sense of self-worth does not hinge on daily review of their performance. Elegant heron does not pose to aid my meditation, summer goldfinches do not flash their... Continue Reading →
Eclipse by Anne Westlund Darkness at mid-day The birds quiet The streetlights go on. Told not to look Could blind a person. The sun Peeking out behind the moon. Just a game of hide n’ seek Hoping, always hoping I’ll... Continue Reading →
Persimmons by Max Reif How did persimmons get that reputation for puckering your mouth? When ripe, they're sweet as mangoes. Should any of us be judged before we're ripe? Max Reif was first surprised to pull his car over and... Continue Reading →
Migration by Kay Robertson Old man’s pleasures: a warm stove, hot tea, a pipe; despite my quilted robe, I shiver. High overhead, migrating geese mutter as they fly south over snowy fields My grandsons run red-cheeked in biting cold, pause... Continue Reading →
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