WRITERS’S BLOCK by Bernadette Dickenson

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WRITERS’S BLOCK Words scuttle around the squaremarking the edge of my mindrunning in chaosfrom corner to cornerupstairs and downstairsnot lingering on the landing for restI struggle to put them to pen! Words of exquisite love,darkest despair,desire...

SUNSET OVER LARAMIE by T.M. Boughnou

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PART ONEA CALL FROM BEYOND I sat watching the space of sky and the surrounding countryside just before twilight came. Everything appearing as though to have come more alive now with the last of a...

WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler

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WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler  Somedays I Am That Cypress                                                                                 The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein the teeth of a Pacific sea squall.Ever since, the cypress has leaned easttoward the...

SEÑORITA BANTE! by Roseangelina Baptista

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Bante! Assim te chamei. Entretanto, duvideique pudesses me ensinara arte de abraçar as coisascomo elas vêm para nós. Como o invernodesiste de sina estação das flores,eu desisti de tinaquele diade Martin Luther King. Para vir a entendernessa primavera,que...

I WILL BE YOUR HERO by April McDermott

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"I Will Be Your Hero"Fate gives us all pieces to make a puzzle of our life,They show us our love, our happiness, our strife.I had enough pieces for my own work of art,But I...

APOLLINAIRE by Timothy Robbins

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APOLLINAIRE by Timothy Robbins  Apollinaire This morning I read Apollinaire’s “Zone”and thought him silly. Meaningbeing a vagabond, his being a vagabond,it’s no surprise he wanderedalong silly’s crooked paths starting witha Proto-Indo-European root for‘happy,’ which he certainly wasin Stavelot, dancing...

HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse

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HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse    Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head  so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it containedsome wish-granter...

A SIMPLE PROPOSITION By Evyn McGraw

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A SIMPLE PROPOSITIONBy Evyn McGraw  WakeWith twisting muscles I whippedMy body into shape,I ran like a machine,Pumping down the pavement through the dead winter wood,When water’s whisper hissedMy name. The call led me off the path,Into...