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No Way Out

No Way Out

It’s easy to mistake the sound of church bells for the palpitating heart-knell. Or, a hammer driving nails into boards over windows. Just ask an old man back home from the hospital… If no one’s left to write about it’s best to wait in a dark room, listen to silence until you become silent yourself. [...]

Wordless Warrior

Wordless Warrior

Fighting was her calling card one she proudly claimed tough   dare on two feet foul mouth  gestures sweet 16 smile detoured eyes hunt for prey flash don’t mess with me Why do you fight? silence averted eyes head down squirms Why do you fight? age-old voice surprisingly soft ‘Cause I don’t know what words to [...]

Santa Knelt

Santa Knelt

Shake the globe, and it snows – settling, as the storm passes, on a baby lying within a crude wooden manger. Oh, poor baby take care not to scratch your hands as you stretch to greet us; though blanketed with sparkle bits, your cradle, in places, is sharp and splintered. It is late, but the [...]

No Two Blades of Grass

No Two Blades of Grass

For Ann They say no two blades of grass are alike, but is that true for eggs? See how, once you look awhile, each egg scarcely resembles its twin… There are patterns in the brown, striations in the white, stories in all. Yes, even in that one. Oh, and look how so sweetly the eggs [...]

We All Fall Down

We All Fall Down

Destined lightness of being, sometimes a danger in the urban world, or planet of intrigue, politics, economic need where gargoyles fly at night, and things go bumpity bump. It’s a dance isn’t it? Living on the planet, one gone tilt where we all fall down, and yet, century after century we get up. After the [...]

Gift: A Poem

Gift: A Poem

The woman crocheted a red scarf, so vibrant, and her garden zinnias didn’t bloom with the season. When she finished, she gave it to her husband, whispering, “On the coldest days you will be wrapped in the most loving embrace.” Apparently he believed her when, one day, he never came home. Now that she’s alone, [...]

Pieces by Elsa M. J. Seifert

Pieces by Elsa M. J. Seifert

Life in Black and Gray I used to love my gray jumper dress. I usually wore it with a white or black shirt.  I was eleven years old. My step-mother told me I needed some color. “What color?” I asked. “My skin is brown, so the gray and white and black look just fine on [...]

Where I’m From

Where I’m From

I am a dewdrop on the eve of becoming a stream on my way to the sea. I carry upon me, within me motes of dust, the knowledge of my forbearers, my own. We journey together though we may know it not. Time frames ebb and flow. I have come from noble cumulus clouds who’ve [...]

Ode to Malala Yousafzai

Ode to Malala Yousafzai

She is a pool of gleam. She is a seed, the rain. She is a prairie of idea, the harvest of motion. She is rosewater in a sandstone bowl. She is the refugee, the tarp of tent, the flame of fugue. She is the arms of mothers, a ribbon in a porcelain moon. She is [...]

Room to Breathe

Room to Breathe

Even the wind breathes. Its intervals may be long or short. It is the inhale which needs room. Breath cannot happen without space— lungs expand, ribs and muscles stretch, clothing gives way, dust moves aside. Particles of air know this, as they themselves are mostly empty space. An organism stakes its claim in the world [...]

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