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 →
An Ebony Reality by James G Piatt The oaken stile, entrance Into a rock-strewn meadow, Leads to Pine and Oak trees With leaves of ecru spikes, Laden with Thorns that bleed into The rocky memories Of my Mind. Songbirds Singing... Continue Reading →
Taking a Break by Margaret Fieland She hangs out by the side entrance, cell phone glued to her ear. White crocheted sweater clings to too thin ribs, flared, faded cotton pants descend to strappy high heeled sandals, lank hair held... Continue Reading →
Stringing Beads by Annmarie Lockhart Beads strung together draw the eye and the finger; touch the bead and know the soul, feel the heart of the one who would wear them. Little girls three wander into their mother's room, jump... Continue Reading →
Weather Report by Margaret Fieland The far side of the room might as well be Europe. I conjure morning's gray sky, stumble over backpack, piles of pillows tossed onto cold, bare floor. I need a new lamp. I knocked mine... Continue Reading →
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