buyer must bring imagination by Sara Clancy ~ after Marc Chagall clearly this house should be upside down and balanced on its gable, while goats play green fiddles and old men hunker down in a sky of gypsy colors there... Continue Reading →
White-out by Anne Westlund In a blinding snowstorm I can’t see more than two feet ahead of me or two feet behind fingers and toes frostbitten, forgot my coat. Alone. How did I get here? In my robe, slippers and... Continue Reading →
AT DAWN by Joan Colby The sky grays, a developing photograph Under our fingers in the acid bath, The enamel pan, infra-red Glow of the shuttered darkroom. Like bats, slices of film hang Suspended with clothes pins. Here we charm... Continue Reading →
The Girl Next Door By PD Lyons When I remember Third floor windows Tall white lace sails Summer all running in our veins Her mother in the kitchen Making cool aid and plate full of something Cookie sweet to eat... Continue Reading →
Chivalry by Anne Westlund Do you see me? Do you even see me, standing here? I have needs. Worse, I have wants, that are not getting met. I wanted it yesterday, a year ago. Do I wear the Christian mantle... Continue Reading →
Flamingos in Lake Nakuru By Stan Galloway I had expected something . . . well . . . pinker – you know, plastic-flamingo pink, but in the hundreds of living, moving tufts that mark this mobile community, none approaches that... Continue Reading →
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