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Ground truths

by Kristina Baer There’s no time today to lose my way in the thickets of the past. There’s no time to clear the way for hope or the future. There’s only time to watch that squirrel bury an acorn under the fig tree.

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D Is Formed

by Joseph Milosch D is formed by connecting two perpendicular lines with a half circle. It resembles a compass’s North-East quadrant. D is best known for the words dense and death. When I inhale death, he becomes lost in the dense foliage of my lungs and wanders through my body. When he finds shelter in […]

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May

by Martha Christina In what remains of the abandoned orchard the bees and I celebrate the blossoming.

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Harmony at Twilight

by Melissa Kesead Fragile pitter-patter, pitter-patter of the rain falling gently, ever-softly on the window pane Quiet tap, tap, tap of the branches swaying the whispering silhouette of a woman praying Noisy drip, drop, drip of a faucet leak silent scurry of a mouse a tiny squeak Dragging bang, dragging bang of a shutter loose […]

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after a night of unheard rain

by Bruce Taylor after a night of unheard rain, its tenderness done there is a meadow road through the meadow and a forest road through pine grove and bog. there is the well by the wistful lilac where a wooden pail is swinging.

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Old Age

by Persis M. Karim Which comes first? The slow decline of the body, the sag of tissue and skin or the dull memory that eats away at sureness just below the bone? Listen to: Old Age

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Awakening

by Joseph Milosch What we know about the mocking bird is next to nothing. Some say the bird mimics everything it hears: a chainsaw, a Jeep wrenching an iron post, the squeaking of a wooden gate. Some say the bird mimics only the animals it hears: a feral cat, calling out its young, a singer […]

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Klopp Lake Takes the Prize

by Neal Whitman Susurrus of red. Marbled godwits overhead whoosh onto the mud flats. A wind from nowhere. Amazement of avocets fly over. We whisper reverently.

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Bottle Fire

by Joseph Milosch “When you can no longer work like a young man, they’ll can you. Go to college. Otherwise you will end up poor and crippled like Butch.” Aunt Joan Nothing could suppress her bitterness when her husband received a fifteen-dollar gift certificate for not missing a day of work in ten years. In […]

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Smog

by Darla Himeles I went out to buy smog today after two years away from my concrete Pacific, my crashing head smelling waves as I landed at the storefront where smog is sold as an eye shadow color. It is not the same as my heavy home horizons, but it is perfect.

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Autumn Haiku

by Neal Whitman Here we start our second cycle of seasonal haiku. I wrote this haiku on September 19 to commemorate the 190th anniversary of the day John Keats wrote To Autumn following his daily constitutional. I went on walk in a pine grove, sat on a log, and this is what came to me. […]

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February Trees

by Daryl Muranaka In the morning, the trees surprise me. Pure white blazing with a puff of snow balancing on the tip of each branch the head of an elegant white snake bursting from the unsullied trunk. Everything clean. Everything brilliant in the sun. But beneath the snow we know the wet bark waits to […]

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C Is the Broken Circle

by Joseph Milosch C is the broken circle that a man travels when he’s lost in forest. Contemplating his situation, he realizes that under a clear sky, God disappears like the rainbow.

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The Sea. Only the Sea.

by Dretta Grace “The sea. The sea. The sea. Only the sea!” How like the waves To repeat themselves Sifting an abundance Leaving little for hands To carry home The grey On either side Being not quite Ready For a permanent Position The man With sand In his pockets Remembers This And other things Defining […]

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Spring Haiku

by Neal Whitman The Vernal Equinox — This year, a Saturday — 10:32 Pacific Standard Time — In your Time Zone, how about picking that same moment to find a green spot and lie on your back? the breeze a soft kiss house finches lacing the air my sweater a pillow

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