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The Plunge
— Lesa Medley I had been on the sidelines, forgotten back there, against the wall silent invisible just watching… for far too long. One day, I had had enough just watching. I gathered up unknown...
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Chanticleer
— Barbara Saxton One of many things I do that makes no sense at all recurred last night at Saint Ignatius Church when all the lights were dimmed and plainsong chant danced down from apse to nave. While...
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Afraid
— Vicki L. Harvey What do you do with afraid? Cut it into a million stars. Throw them to the heavens to light up your night. Do not be afraid of fear! Remember when you were young, nothing would...
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The Dark Canvas
— Millicent Kellogg The Flemish painters covered their canvas with black paint and after chose the colors to create portraits of splendid subjects. Let us, then, start In the center begin with a slash...
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Substitutes, Or Moon Over Miami
— Dennis Richardson I was going to call this poem “Placebos” then realized that was stretching a definition too far. It originally began with forceps tugging at his fuzzless head instead of warm...
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It Takes Two Chocolates to Tango
— Renée Schell The clarinet sidesteps its way toward Argentina. Horn and bassoon lope through the rain forest, capturing cacao beans with their dotted rhythms. Surely I can hold the rose between my...
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The Message
— Harry Lafnear To the assumed inhabitants of the potential Earth-like worlds recently discovered in our galaxy. All you have heard is true. We are lonely by the billions. We struggle. We fall. We...
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A Song for the Seasons
— Harry Lafnear Once upon a time, we held firm to our pacts with myriad little gods whose sacraments staved more than starvation. We believed we bought orderly seasonal rains by burning a bushel, or...
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So Much Falls From the Sky
— Jerry Dyer So much falls from the sky that we can’t catch: That baby bird, blown from its nest, its heart a purple seed beneath the skin— Radio waves from all the stations we don’t tune in—...
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A Word for Everything
— Harry Lafnear We divide the dictionary, a word or two at a time, starting with “yours” and “mine.” He takes “sloppy” and “loud.” I get “stubborn” and “sour.” These are easiest, though unclear whether...
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Soup
— Blaine Burgstrom In the great chromosomal soup that creates what we call Life there’s really no small wonder if there’s a pinch more X or Y Downright shame we punish anyone who feels more like a girl...
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Alien
— Nick Butterfield I tell no one I am cold inside. I am too close to the earth Beneath where shadows hide. In space and all alone, I don’t see the galaxy of stars Or the myriad of roses above me. Now,...
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Charlie Brown Writes a Poem
— Dennis Richardson The nouns said they would meet me halfway but they’ve said that before only to leave me without a subject. I hate it when they do that because Snoopy is not much of a poetry muse...
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Broken Rules
— Vicki L. Harvey Aren’t rules meant to be broken? There is no peace in a concrete mentality. The fever was in me to run wild … born that way I reckon! Climbed the highest tree to be closer to the...
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Ode, on realizing that five of my best poems were born doing Sixty on Two...
— Diane Lee Moomey It’s the Dish. That metal ear plucks news from the Nebulae: baseball scores from Betelgeuse, what they’re wearing on Altair, the latest on Strings. Some waves never die. That Dish,...
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Posting from a Night Train
— Lesa Medley Friday, May 3, 2013 On a night train, no, not to Georgia, but the #14 Amtrak Coast Starlight 8:25 pm to Eugene, Oregon My final destination: Roseburg, Oregon There is a Rod Stewart wanna...
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Reliquary
— Casey FitzSimons As I enter the house, the floor creaks over dry joists, announcing my presence on the carpet. Memory lurks, but hidden and harmless, last soot settling in disintegrating weave. But...
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Exiled by Poetic Means
— Barbara Tinsley What do I know of poetry? Why bother to ask at all? It picks me up Without my comprehension; then pushes, rather, hurls me out through corridors tall of bright white light and glass—...
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Limericks According to the Alphabet
— Gerald Heinen A – Albert always allotted available allocations. B – Billy bought bourbon before beginning. C – Crissy continuously cackled cacophonously. D – Dirty Darren dug dirt diligently. E –...
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He Has Come
— Lynn Rogers He has come In tan loafers Sea green pants Plaid coat Red tie and hair He is behind me Like the muted Crunch of Autumn leaves He leaves me warm Comforted, alive And whole. He takes me to...
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