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Another Park Poem

Another Park Poem
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there really is a mother goose I couldn’t find her the ant lion is not an ant settles in the hole and waits for the ants to fall in did you try to carve the bark leave a heart these trees withstand wind and fire you told me this park was dangerous that tree is […]

Scribblings 41: Welcome to the Langham!

Scribblings 41: Welcome to the Langham!

Once upon a time, troublesome pre-teens were sent off to the convent. In the summer of 1967, my parents sent me off to my grandparents. This is more than likely a move that my mother – perpetually lamenting my “weirdness” – regrets to this day. For starters, it was my grandparents who introduced me to […]

Cities

Cities

Cities by William Archila   From the cabin, horse-face Hector, trucker from San Julian, shakes his head in laughter, tells us to get back to work; we load Coca-Cola crates from the truck bed, exhaust buildup clogged in our throats, the iron plate of the midday sun pressing down on our backs, and Paco, with […]

Forgive

Forgive

    Two syllables can weigh a ton. What does the word mean? It means to find warmth in the moon and coolness in the sun. It means understanding silent words. It means going past the words that cause pain and holding hands with one who hurt you; giving them a gentle hug. It means […]

One Word

One Word

  One or two words are enough to express feelings burrowed deeply in one’s own soul. When our eyes first see the horror, our hands want to destroy the ugly remnants of something that was once warm and loving. Now only four skeleton of walls remain standing decorated with newly sprung plant life and a […]

What Am I?

What Am I?

What Am I? by Anne Volmeran   I am from the future and since it is nothing more than a big mystery, I can dream about it as often as I like. I am from the past, constantly evaluating my mistakes in order to correct them and become a better person. I am from the […]

Scribblings: Week 39 – Welcome to Boot Camp

Scribblings: Week 39 – Welcome to Boot Camp

Considering that I have been likened to an Obsessive on Uppers, my rather intense relationship with my Fitbit surprises no one. Yet for all ‘the Fitbitch’ has cracked her whip at me this past week, I have managed only about 20 to 50 steps a day, depending on bathroom runs. A bus outside my hotel […]

In the Days of Early Polyester

In the Days of Early Polyester

  “in the days of early polyester” by Celeste Gainey   you don’t know yet you are flammable; jars of Miracle Whip, tubs of Polly-O in the fridge. Your moral imperative on ice, the vertical blinds rattling shut, sleek sofa of solid kerosene resisting your body’s impression. You keep saying, Cotton, cotton, the touch, the […]

To Rosalee

To Rosalee

To Rosalee * by Carl Stilwell   Where We walk inside roaring comets Stepping on broken stars When Everyone tells you that they are dead And you didn’t even know it Before I bury 7 endangered poet’s books Under my plum tree After Seeing you at The special All About You Day For this year’s […]

One Day When I Was Eleven

One Day When I Was Eleven

One Day When I Was Eleven by John Karg I took from dad’s grave half a bucket of just turned earth next to church for holy water then went home made blessed mud and darkened the outside of the dining room window. From sent flowers I chose a handful of white carnations then scarring wrist […]

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