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Gray dreary rainclouds

silver linings

by Fleurellette the skies of June are tied to my heart with a dainty silver stringeach grey cloud misty on her owngrieving the loss of the earth as it was knownwhile silver linings flourish like flowers deep in sorrowso goes my gloom, in a promise:may the hopes yesterday guide tomorrow…

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Poetry Posts

Gray dreary rainclouds

silver linings

by Fleurellette the skies of June are tied to my heart with a dainty silver stringeach grey cloud misty on her owngrieving the loss of the earth as it was knownwhile silver linings flourish like flowers deep in sorrowso goes my gloom, in a promise:may the hopes yesterday guide tomorrow…

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Sea shells on golden sand before crashing waves

Crossing Pāpōhaku Beach

by Jim Kraus Past the line of stones,watch out for the kiawe, its thorns.Then run across the hot sand to the cool water,its soft, long syllable,line after line, vast ridgesof golden sand, each grain now a unit of money.Portable real estate,the beach a mint to be mined and exchanged. Sand…

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Royal palms near the water

Tour

by Caroline Maun If I was showing you the house,I’d be sure to mention the century cactus,no longer there, that sent up its flagpole-sized stamenbefore collapsing under its own weight. I’d point outthe royal palm that started to fruit in 1973, and howwe had to axe open the hulls on…

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Doctors stethoscope for understanding the soul's transmission

Quan Yin

by Abby Caplin A doctor only pretends to understandthe soul’s transmissions through the stethoscope,the placement of bell and drum on bare chest, simple human breath comingling with clicksof worry, raspings of self-reproach, the unpredictablebeat of chronic confusion. The details don’t matter when loneliness is undone,and the siren I hear through…

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Woman looking back on photos

Looking Back

by Jennifer Schallehn I am 22 and I have just given birth to my first child,a daughter. I run across a photo in a drawer.In it, I am 14. I have just fished the runof a musical, which I have danced in and choreographed.My arms are around two of my…

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Old lion resting peacefully

The Couple

by Fathiya Alalawi She wanted her husbandto forever be a lionand so, created mythsabout his might.He’s in his seventies,and she misses the dayswhen he was roaring.Now, he barelystretches and yawnsin front of the TV–his favorite den–and she roars at himout of frustration.She misses the dayswhen he was troublingthe whole town.Now,…

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A welcome mat of rosebuds

So Sweet

by Jennifer Schallehn (This poem contains domestic abuse.) Your homeboy asked what you liked best about me,and you answered,“She does what I say do.”I’ve got news for you.I did what every boy said to do.I was born to it,laid out for my first baby picturesa welcome mat in rosebuds and…

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Fire blazing in the fireplace

Controlled Burn

by Cynthia Good Then it sparked into flame, Christmas            in the fire pit, a burst three times                        the size when it stood in the den festooned in bows, the Fraser Fir—            a shooting spiral of tangerine light.                        What should we burn next? you ask. Let’s burn…

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Star shaped maple leaves covering the ground

New Year’s Day

by Cynthia Good So long cell tower dish sneaking inthe bedroom window, so longto saying thank you to taxi doorsheld open to slide across sticky seats.So long to dragging our bodies into roomswhere we don’t want to go, into argumentsthat aren’t our own. So long to tryingnot to wake the…

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Palm trees on the way to the elevator

Loss

by Michelle Askin

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