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To an Absent Daughter; There’s a Lot of Anger Here.

by Sheree La Puma To my estranged daughter in wake of the recent tragedies in California New Moon in Scorpio. 12 people shot. Dead, College Night, Wednesday. Malibu burning. Ash like a blanket. Black, my mood. Everyone, for themselves. You come at me like a stranger, or don’t come at…

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Poetry Posts

To an Absent Daughter; There’s a Lot of Anger Here.

by Sheree La Puma To my estranged daughter in wake of the recent tragedies in California New Moon in Scorpio. 12 people shot. Dead, College Night, Wednesday. Malibu burning. Ash like a blanket. Black, my mood. Everyone, for themselves. You come at me like a stranger, or don’t come at…

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Soul Storm

by Caitlin Eha I am the storm Inside, I cannot Be still—the wind Fights, tears at me Battering, blinding The rain falls, flies In my face, like Bullets, biting. The lightning courses Through me—power Rising up, striking out Electricity—is it Hurting, or healing Clouds covering, their Darkness smothering Light, dark—lightning,…

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What My Parents Meant

by Amy Covel When my parents told me Being an adult would be hard I thought they meant The stress of paying bills on time Or caring for a husband and three kids Or working forty hours a week. I didn’t know being an adult meant Having fallingouts for telling…

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A Pattern

by Twixt A pattern is argyled on the surface of the highland stream, on the trouts’ flank-flash, on the pebbled, fundamental bottom. In its back-drift wake picture-perfects snake.

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Golden Years

by Amy Brian You walk slowly As we go down the road.  Mist flicks our cheeks, One thousand tears in the air.  Your boots drag against the gravel,  Punctuating each step we take.  Pebbles scamper, making blissful declarations:  Pop, pop, pop.  The wind gives us his hello;  Its rhythm can…

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And the Wind Blows

by Twixt And the wind blows, and reblows what was blown, and well-felt featly dealt rains are arraigned,  a blank bank of souffled clouds appears drained, perky percolations gradually pool.

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Time

by Shannon Still In such a short time, within a blink of an eye, our life can be over and then with a sigh… We look back on the story we so hastily wrote, and ask where the time went ever so remote.  

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Siren Song

by Amy Southard Sing to me, Your song alluring The melody that calls Lost sailors to their deaths. Entice me With sweet music My eyes to your body Like moths to a flame Hypnotized, Heartbeat unsteady I’ve found euphoria In a lullaby. Your tune begging me As our bodies entwine,…

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Today

by Amy Covel The future isn’t built On empty words Or broken promises Nor even the mistakes of the past But on the actions of the present It’s what you do today That will change the future Mend the present And put to rest The past I’ve heard it said…

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Shells

by Chelle Royal The sounds of the ocean rush through the opening of a seashell, capturing the memories of a seaside village within its soul. Infinite sunsets witnessed, lives reincarnated, countless Atlantic baptisms, sandcastle turrets, precious keepsake of a summer spent in the sand. A shell blasts from the barrel…

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