This A poem by Joe Cottonwood This Quail Court is a manicured plot where dwells a schoolteacher named Jane who this once in the entire span of our lifetimesI meet for a few minutes in her bungalow offlamboyant art, orchids in pots. Jane outlines... Continue Reading →
Riding the Highlands A poem by PD Lyons Riding the HighlandsShe spoke in an accent lost like heat from living thingsbroken snowy things that long winters become around here.The absence of people in her world meant things would not get... Continue Reading →
Anhinga Drying Her Wings A poem by Laurie Kuntz Anhinga Drying Her Wings Where has she flownfor the need to stop on a lily pad and spread wet tipped wingsunder the ebb of day? What venture caused her to dive into this lagoon black with... Continue Reading →
There is Beauty A poem by Njeri Wangari There is Beauty There is beauty in who we are,not men and women,but childrenwhose souls go giddywhen our soles feet feel for the dewon fields of greenwhere our eyes stretch out to... Continue Reading →
I’m Older Than My Mother Ever Got to Be A poem by Suzanne Dudley I’m Older Than My Mother Ever Got to Be Memories of my mother can arrivelike apple blossoms. Pale pink buds, delicate, a hint of perfume. They may glide... Continue Reading →
What Lingers A poem by Mary Fox What LingersShe took your old-but-still-working truckto her new job, taught her kids to drive in it,loaned it to her husband when his jeep pooped out,fetched groceries and birthday presents in it.Whenever she drove it... Continue Reading →
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