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InstinctPoetry

Instinct

Sara ClancyOctober 28, 2022

The hammock is hung between aspen and oak which means one day logic will flutter its pretty fingers and fall on its head. Our…

Calm enoughPoetry

Calm enough

Ken TomaroOctober 28, 2022

I’m floating on an inner tube in the middle of Lake Erie miles away from the shore where no man should be floating on…

National Geographic and the Political LandscapePoetry

National Geographic and the Political Landscape

Obed LadinyOctober 28, 2022

Ancient Rome became like that alligator with its mouth open wide, swinging east and west at a pack of lions surrounding it near waters.…

Walking The CirclePoetry

Walking The Circle

Tom StrongOctober 26, 2022

deciding to get started I left the destination arriving when it all looked familiar but, this time, recognizing everything I missed

unceremoniouslyPoetry

unceremoniously

Michael AckerOctober 26, 2022

a dear friend recently died unexpectedly voluntarily taking with him some of our pain and most of the answers leaving us with all the…

VACANCYPoetry

VACANCY

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 26, 2022

the night is wide open legs a woman on the bed with tarantula calves a wine bottle on the dresser with your conscience

E. E. DickinsonPoetry

E. E. Dickinson

Sharon BartsheOctober 24, 2022

I wrote and wrote prolifically — But what’s a girl to do While sitting in her room all day When visitors are few. Because…

GLIMPSES OF MY MOM AND ME AFTER THE DIVORCE, 1988Poetry

GLIMPSES OF MY MOM AND ME AFTER THE DIVORCE, 1988

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 24, 2022

my mom looks at me like "what do I do?' I am only 11 years old my mom- fun as a bag of Doritos…

Blood RainPoetry

Blood Rain

Marc WoodwardOctober 23, 2022

"Today 1% of the world is a barely livable hot zone. By 2070 that portion could go up to 19%. Billions of people call these…

Something Keeps Cutting the Spider’s WebPoetry

Something Keeps Cutting the Spider’s Web

Raymond HuffmanOctober 21, 2022

Old tree is barking at the moon Squirrel is telling a tail of balance Fence is fighting off the neighbors Streetlights are glowering at…

To the Dapple Gray Mare Who Almost Killed MePoetry

To the Dapple Gray Mare Who Almost Killed Me

Sara ClancyOctober 21, 2022

I loved you, you know. Never mind that I was nine years old and couldn't get on by myself. Never mind the velvet hat…

MeditationPoetry

Meditation

Mike CasettaOctober 21, 2022

At the funeral I do not want to be the one in the coffin. I will surround myself with flowers, go to a meadow…