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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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November Journal: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

by Don Mager While cold’s persistence officiates, afternoon’s amnesia sweeps away the dinge of clouds.  Sundown plays suites of madrigals on pianissimo recorders.  Counterpoints weave off-beats at low registers.  Modulations melt.  Descant sherbets—treble creams—drops of lemon tenors—contra basses in their azure barkings—and dancing at the upper edges, small piquant sopranino…

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December Journal: Wednesday, December 4, 2013

by Don Mager Sun’s exuberant rush up the sky sweeps off shadows. The polish of fresh light sizzles icy mica flakes on lawns. Exhaling from the Juniper hedge, a tang of morning sweetness wafts across the shivery air. Like a bundled up gnome, a child bobbles up the curb to the hilltop…

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December Journal: Tuesday, December 3, 2013

by Don Mager The fog presses through the cold swamp of morning and eventually takes on, like an unfamiliar rival, the early afternoon’s occluded light. With its beams aimed low, each car crawls past the other cars like old men on their knees with flashlights quivering as they look for…

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June Journal: Saturday, June 29, 2013

by Don Mager Don’t stop looking just to take sides with the wriggling cricket. You see victim then.  Look simply. This thread is a line taking a slow walk around itself to view every side. It sees angles and arcs. It sees interstices. Its eloquence wavers in the light. Its journey forth and…

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