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PoetryLiving Gems by Ann Christine Tabaka
Living Gems flying jewels tiny gems grace my gardens with aerial antics visiting each flower spreading joy flitting about shimmering, iridescent my summer passion beauty in motion fierce warriors ardently guarding their…
PoetryHere for the Food by Tim Wenzell
My grandfather left my father’s family In the middle of a cold night in 1933. He said he was going out for coal. That was two years ago and on the day…
PoetrySummer Morn By Ann Christine Tabaka
A cool breeze caresses my hair As the sun begins to peek above the horizon The earth yawns and stretches her arms Birds awaken and start to sing Their sweet music fills…
PoetrySuccess by Harris Coverley
I imagine a field between hills Sometime decades hence In some antipodean land (Maybe New Zealand) And within is some youth Having a solitary picnic On a ragged tartan tarp And reading…