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Sun shining over a mountain range.

My Mother’s Words

By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…

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Palm trees on the way to the elevator

Loss

by Michelle Askin The building at night. My hand tracing the greyish-white veining of the brown marble. The door left ajarso that I inhale the cigarette ash, chlorine,and the soaked rum from the forgotten cakeon the chained metal mailboxes. Palm treesrowed to the elevator as if to say that within…

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