Bouquets of Necessity by Claire Scott
I spend hours in parks, on playgroundsplaces where children hang out MacDonald’s,...
Read MoreI spend hours in parks, on playgroundsplaces where children hang out MacDonald’s,...
Read MoreOne baby holding her leg,one baby riding her hip,one toddler squeezing the kitten,one toddler...
Read MoreJun 23, 2019 | Art and Photography, Issue #7
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There, against the wall. on the sidewalk where fat guts reign, a skinny guy with a voice like a...
Read MoreWhen the tide is low A petting zoo of sorts appears But I’m too lost in a cavalcade of...
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I use to think that days melted fast, back in the time it took you to blink forty years after the...
Read MoreAs the leaves fall from the maple trees, the day is now passing. Black clouds speak of dismay....
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Issue #7, Poetry, Subscription Content
“In one of the most hostile regions known to humankind, conservationists unearthed an...
Read Morecloud paint inside abalone shell almost home
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A prolonged heat wave brings order to our days. Here in the northern woods we’re not used to hot...
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The skeleton speaks. I have been dreaming since my breath turned to cobwebs, poised for all time...
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~For John Sherman Scheckel, October 17, 1917 – March 19, 1919~For Billy Scheckel, January 24, 1924...
Read Moredessicated stones part their sun-cracked lips and drink a pittance of rain wrung from pockets of...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Issue #7, Poetry, Subscription Content
The sun’s fingers clenched the land And would not let it sleep With legerdemain, It strangled it...
Read MoreThe puzzle offers a Chinese box of clues. The crossword speaks in slant rhyme. What the snow...
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Norman first saw the angel on one of those November nights when the temperature is too low for air...
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To the other couples they looked like any other on the dance floor The elegant woman, draped in a...
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Breathe close to me, Let not your head droop Nor your face grimace In fierce grief, for when I...
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The road was mudded out, yet still the mail must go through. Chester gritted his teeth as...
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