by Michael Shoemaker
Sunset’s Butterfly
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Goodbye, for now
by K Weber
A month ago my hand was a fist
and then it slowly opened and wrote poems.
It slowly opened like a morning glory
morning; briefly invited everyone to look
What Have We Learned
by John Tessitore
for Emma
Today the sun was a friend,
a hand on the shoulder,
like a father.
Lovely, Isn’t It?
by Sheeks Bhattacharjee
There’s a place I know,
not too far from home.
I first went there at sunset
and I had never felt
so
alone.
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The Birthmark
by Ann E. Michael
small blotch the shape of an imagined continent or aRead More »
wing’s purple imprint. Such amazement.
2 poems
Winter Quietness
by Michael Shoemaker
Winter could have been conspicuous
showy or ostentatious
if not for its timorous silence.
No rustling of dry leaves
as a deer approaches.
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A Flare
by William Doreski
A flare on a dark horizon
draws our attention inland.
Something metallic is happening,
something more primal than war.
You want to slap on a backpack
heavy with food and munitions
and hike to the edge of things,
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