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a statue of an angel appears to be blowing clouds into the sky from a horn

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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Duets of Violence in the Park

by Joseph V. Kleponis                   I Two monarch butterflies, Four orange, red and black wings, Violate tiny wild violets.                  II Two towheaded boys, Toy pistols in hand, Charge down the hillside.               III Two milkweed seeds, Crazy lost snowflakes, Bend tips of blades of grass.               IV Two…

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The Big Dig

by Joseph V. Kleponis The downtown stretch Of the Southeast Expressway Is underground now; The North End and Downtown, Financial District and Waterfront, Are connected, yet separated, By the expanse Of the Rose Kennedy Walkway. Of course, the older neighborhoods – South Boston and Roxbury, Dorchester and its other half…

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Ode to the Merrimack River

by Joseph V. Kleponis Merrimac, oh Merrimack, “Swiftwater place”, You are gentle and pure As you tumble over rocks Rising at the Pemigewasset And the Winnespasaukee. Wending over hills and cascading Through forest falls and streams, A place of abundant fish, You fed the ancient Abenaki and Pennacook Before rushing…

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