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A page from a yearly calendar

Every Year

By Hannah Meade My fiancé, Brian, died exactly five years ago today. Five whole years have already passed and still, I feel the heart-wrenching sadness I felt on the day he died. I find myself snuggling back up in my grey sheets, wanting a few more minutes of peace before…

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Gurney overlooking window

Imaging Hearts

by Steven R Weiner You are in a room where machines chirpLike chicks in shells who will never peck free, Machines too sleek and modernTo be birds, with spikes and curling tubes Arrayed around small screens trainedTo display your cells in codes, finding patterns Of polarized cells and their magneticEnergy…

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Sliver of moon in night sky

Finery and Grace

by Steven R Weiner There was a thin dignifiedUpright old ladyAt the front counter –You know the type – they gatherIn churches and other sanctuaries –Paying for her toast and tea with small change.I wondered what she meant by saying“I was up late watching the moonMending its silver-haired cloud fineryWith…

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The ocean and the sky at sunset

Psalms Without Trumpets

by Steven R Weiner The music of barely singingIs hard to writeCan scarcely be heardLike voices rising from green wood,Shy smoke mixing with the steam,A little sibilance behind the daily buzzingLike harmonics so subtle that you can’t hearThem but the sound’s so full and richOr thin as an old tea…

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