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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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Full moon surrounded by clouds.

Before The Blue Moon

by Thomas Griffin The night before the August blue moon     howling with coyotes on Putney Mtn                           warning barks of dogs             alarmed someone entered their tethered territory, wailing                past the yipping coyotes in the Brookline valley below                          eight off-key crooners                                 concatenations of                       lament, ballyhoo, query. Who are you lone brother why…

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A thin layer of snow at sunset.

December

by Thomas Griffin Crinkle-leafed prongs of summerphlox poke out of snow amidstwhiskers of seeds on the noseof ragweed shafts  crab tree with a few dark rubiesyet to dropporcupine of stripped quincehead snowed under  half-the-moon crown tiltstoward black woods rosy waves of clouds backthe fading sun falling behind trees—   everything looks…

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February In New England

by Thomas Griffin The fog will not leaveno sun ascendsmist makes the worlda road and the treesweep all day 

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Winter Wish

by Thomas Griffin If only I could throw myself into this black sleet rushing down street, hugging the lip of the curb, dashing down the hungry mouth of the culvert hurtling through sudden darkness into the roar of a thousand other streams fleeing this steely-eyed November in New England— run…

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Could Have Forgotten the Rain

by Thomas Griffin These wet delicate fingers across my face a song barely remembered as I mumble along everything else ever wanted everything thought worthwhile food, friends, acclaim, wealth, work gone and nothing but this melody matters, nothing but wet cheeks Oh! How could I have thought I could live…

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