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Coastal EpiphaniesPhotography, Poetry

Coastal Epiphanies

Morgan DriscollMarch 5, 2024

Clouds so low they move         against themselves in parallax,                         putty gray on an icy blue. The boat moves too                     on top of inky waves…

SistersFiction

Sisters

Sherry CassellsMarch 2, 2024

Summer itself got into the fire last night we all felt the gasp. Shell looked at me and made a sort of explosion face…

Mourning In Five PartsPoetry

Mourning In Five Parts

HughLemmaFebruary 29, 2024

1. The bullets of your absence left holes in the flesh of the sky. 2. I cannot enjoy the status of grief - it…

The Nature of Your EmergencyPoetry

The Nature of Your Emergency

Morgan DriscollFebruary 28, 2024

Call 911 she said her chest felt like a siren blare, I’m scared, we’re there atop the landing. She’s climbed the stairs she couldn’t…

Day Trip with DogPoetry

Day Trip with Dog

Mike CasettaFebruary 26, 2024

My dog & I set out for a mountain lake ringed by pine trees. There were ducks preening in the water. Some of them…

7:55a.m.Poetry

7:55a.m.

james stephenFebruary 23, 2024

One day my body will collapse without reminiscence, all solicitations at an end & my tourist credentials confirmed in this life, I have existed…

A thread in CretePoetry

A thread in Crete

Nathalie SpaansFebruary 22, 2024

We move slow and there are grapes drying in the sun, sweet on the front of everything. We fumble keychains of where we are,…

AfterlightPoetry

Afterlight

HughLemmaFebruary 21, 2024

Today, as I walked from the kitchen, a wave of sadness blindsided me; I asked if it would kindly wait and steal my composure…

September’s EndPoetry

September’s End

HughLemmaFebruary 18, 2024

1. Here is the novelty of cooler air, at once fostered and ruined by rain. 2. I am the inside of a garment being…

terlinguaPoetry

terlingua

Rob BreedingFebruary 17, 2024

there’s a presence in the wind-blown sand hovering in the rippling cool of winter stacked stones of an old graveyard unrecognizable but for the…

..as a child..Art, Poetry

..as a child..

Sonja Benskin MesherFebruary 16, 2024

tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records