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Lost and foundPoetry

Lost and found

Ken TomaroJune 22, 2023

today marks the 40th anniversary of her death I still haven't learned how to play the drums but the January birds are singing like…

My Sister CapePoetry

My Sister Cape

Sherry CassellsJune 21, 2023

My sister Cape was only two years older than me except for the summer months we were one thin year apart. And there it…

Show and TellPoetry

Show and Tell

Cameron McClureJune 20, 2023

i love my son i love each of my sons i have loved them for a long time i love each and all of…

undonePoetry

undone

Soodabeh SaeidniaJune 19, 2023

she is a blank canvas loitering on a Gothic style easel how many ghosts of painters needed to finish her shrouded pine trail?

BedtimePoetry

Bedtime

Ann KammererJune 18, 2023

Dad let us stay up the nights Mom went out to sing with Sweet Adelines, saying we were big girls and could put ourselves…

Old Age Is a Laugh and a BlanketPoetry

Old Age Is a Laugh and a Blanket

Dale PattersonJune 16, 2023

I have Magoo eyes, narrow slits carved through bone that filter distractions and see to the future. When tapped with a toothbrush my broken…

MY HIGH SCHOOL CREATIVE WRITING TEACHERPoetry

MY HIGH SCHOOL CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER

Daniel J. Flore IIIJune 15, 2023

i don't think about him much he wasn't very good and i wasn't either but marked in red pen at the top of my…

BirdPoetry

Bird

Sherry CassellsJune 13, 2023

                           When I am old              …

REMEMBERING HER PORCH AND THE MOONLIGHTPoetry

REMEMBERING HER PORCH AND THE MOONLIGHT

Daniel J. Flore IIIJune 12, 2023

I remember her porch her cat in there it was screened in it was summer late at night almost morning the darkness and the…

Restraint, a How-ToPoetry

Restraint, a How-To

Sherry CassellsJune 11, 2023

Into this temper of writers called poets I shove my own shoulders Respectful of the undertaking I chisel my words and aim with care…

Distance holds our absencePoetry

Distance holds our absence

Nathalie SpaansJune 10, 2023

There are birds here, the garden has no fence. My neighbor checks in on the roses and brushes away lice with soft working hands.…

Owning ItPoetry

Owning It

james stephenJune 9, 2023

The moon is above me my toes are cold so I put some shoes on not because I'm going anywhere but just because it's…