State of Flux by R. Gerry Fabian

There are scraps of paper scattered all over the place. Reminders. Milk and cabbage, use the word ‘vespertine,’ pay electric bill, water dog & walk plants, (a personal favorite) and one in your…

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Angels Everywhere by Luci Shaw

Some days I notice angels everywhere, light glancing through windows, flying through the glass as if through air. A human ear shaped like a wing, curiously curving to admit the flare of sound, hint…

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Telling the Seasons

Sunlight dapples the kitchen wallglazes the floorboards in the hallcasts flickering shadows where it fallsplays in quivering pools of light.It’s summer I can tell,with no other clue,for winter ligh…

Richard Greene
Sleeping in Grandmother Wolfe’s House by Anne M. Doe Overstreet

Buried here in sheets in this darkened room, sometimes time sits heavy on the soul. Some evenings with a last over-the-shudder look out the window, Red finds herself receding further, further back,…

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April by Rémy Belleau

April, pride of woodland ways, Of glad days, April, bringing hope of prime, To the young flowers that beneath Their bud sheath Are guarded in their tender time; April, pride of fields that be Green…

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Noon by Elizabeth Vreeland

All quiet in the Casa port Cranes like petrified Praying mantises Bent tentacled Still winged Stopped. From: Date: 1985 By: Elizabeth Vreeland (1928-1985)

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First Day of Summer

The trees have donned their summer uniforms,field flowers their yellow and blue glad rags,wheat and corn, though still short, stand tall,orchards nod with knobby fruit,green scents fill the air,bee…

Richard Greene
[Do You Recall the Cry] by Konstantin Nikolayevich Batyushkov

Do you recall the cry Of gray Melchizedek when he prepared to die? Man, he exclaimed, is born a slave; a slave He must descend into the grave, And Death will hardly tell him why He haunts the magic…

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The Arithmetic Teacher Living in Six Meticulous Fields of Sweet by Norman Dubie

I thought I heard outdoors the rain dancing on the tin shed again. I think, maestro, not more of that in the bargain…You know your sense of humor is a slow pavane with figures of Medieval honeycomb…

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Winter Solstice by Marjorie Meeker

I saw the land of winter grow and change From the first lengthening shadow, the first leaf Fallen, until the perilous and strange Ramparts of dark, the citadel of grief, Rose bold and bare—an old i…

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