Poetry - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    MOTHER AND DAUGHTER REGRETS by Linda K. Miller

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    They Came. They Saw. They Left. Driving through the soft rolling hills ofArkansas at 3 AM we saw the speedinglights of a UFO cross the next ridge, hesitate,then flash...

    THE PAIN OF WINTER by Douglas Polk

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    The Pain of Winter The tips of fingers numb with cold,Pin-pricks, sharp,The pain, bone chilling,Thoughts of boyhood, walking the tree breaks,Hoping to shoot a pheasant, or duck off the...

    TOWN PICNIC by John Grey

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    TOWN PICNIC Stomachs full,time for softball,maybe a splash in the lake,or a wander through the stallswith beer in hand,checking out the artefacts,the honey made by local bees,the fudge.