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A stack of vintage televisions displaying static channels

The Back Catalog

By Jim Speese Songs were in his head. Constantly. It was a problem and he supposed it wasn’t unique. Given the hegemonic presence of advertising jingles and TV show themes and music pumped into grocery stores and pharmacies and hospitals, it seemed quite likely that the fact that songs constantly…

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Posts Tagged Winter

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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Golden Years

by Amy Brian You walk slowly As we go down the road.  Mist flicks our cheeks, One thousand tears in the air.  Your boots drag against the gravel,  Punctuating each step we take.  Pebbles scamper, making blissful declarations:  Pop, pop, pop.  The wind gives us his hello;  Its rhythm can…

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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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Long-Term Mates Migrate Great Distances

by Rosemary Dunn Moeller Along Nantucket Sound at Dennisport where Swan River runs out into the sea, I watch buffleheads, far out from shore, who don’t know we’re cold today, the middle of winter, wind chill factor too low to watch for long. Sunshine’s brightest this afternoon when I step…

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Whitelash

by Gil Hoy Sometimes in  today’s America The rights of rioting white supremacists trump the rights  of black football  players kneeling Peacefully,  holding hands. And for some  particularly wealthy  Tweet bosses, The earth is not  Warming, forget the ship-wrecked Mexican American and there is no  community of man. The earth’s squirrels …

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Winter Pastoral/ Cayo Largo del Sur/ At An Iraqi Restaurant

Winter Pastoral By Mark Nenadov Frost gathers on the roof, which serves as a launching pad for chimney smoke. Rising to the stars, while passing cars waddle to the beat. The midnight air haunts the city street and tourists coddle cold pub fare. ———————————————————————————————————————– Cayo Largo del Sur   Your…

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