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The Angel

By Phibby Venable An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fifteen – year old Katie, who couldn’t take her eyes off the golden wings and slim figure. “Mama, don’t you…

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Days of the Dead

By Eva-Maria Sher Every morning another linkin the chain mailof desperate news Ever greater numbersof souls departing in the armsof strangers Our hearts paralyzedour minds exhausted—can’tcomprehend their magnitude Dear Onethe maravillas I wantedto offer for your soul Succumbedto an unexpectedfrost

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The Moment

by Eva-Maria Sher There is a moment when a familiar shape feels foreign, when your pretty porcelain cup spills from its shelf to reveal its substance when the lute—startled resonates with a new song, when you realize the captive bird in its cage by the window holds the key to…

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Midnight Blue

by Eva-Maria Sher Come Sleep Let’s ride Your dream-sheep Let’s glide Knee-deep Into tiramisu. I swim and lap in Lovely goo You wrap yourself In midnight blue. Come Sleep Come, keep me Company, you Fickle bumblebee You tease! Come soon I’ll bring you wings While Moon On silver strings Weaves…

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