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Three Poems by Kerry Holjes

Three Poems by Kerry Holjes

Goldfish shimmer like wistful, summer thoughts lazily afloat Japanese maple red leaves floating gracefully atop winter’s breath.   Beginnings Above all, I have loved new life, Which stumbling forth with awkward grace, Becomes the wobbling legs of colts, The mischief on a kitten’s face, The warbler’s first escape from land. The flopping ears of cocker […]

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Delight in the Day’s Light by Susan Bridgers

Delight in the Day’s Light by Susan Bridgers

Oh! The thrill and the rush And the muss and the fuss And the gloriously loud calls to the girlfriends I’ve met him; he’s amazing I like him; he kissed me I can barely sit on my seat Come meet! We talk and we talk and we smile and touch And our cheeks hurt with […]

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Trusting Soles by Kavanaugh

Trusting Soles by Kavanaugh

— Kavanaugh has moved 32 times and now divides her time between Chicago, IL and St. Pete, Florida. She is the author of flash fiction, non-fiction, and poetry and when not capturing life with words, she likes to do so with her camera. She is a member of the Off Campus Writers Workshop in Winnetka, Illinois […]

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Touching Days by Mary McMillan Terry

Touching Days by Mary McMillan Terry

Do days teach us how to touch them? This one’s striped amber—its underbelly white—and charcoal, its cheeks, chocked with seed, which heavies its head overhanging the hedge where birds hide, while my son flies the cotton-light sky until my arms give out, lower him and he runs. They bolt the bush, the birds. Birds, child, […]

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Sea Turtle Dream by Diana Zimmerman

Sea Turtle Dream by Diana Zimmerman

we forget about air in the sea turtle dream underwater in the kaleidoscope of marvels we play in the warm crystal clear bright silence and everything is right — Diana Zimmerman is a freelance writer and poet who was born in the traditional Mennonite community of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania and is now living in central […]

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Granddaughter by Sylvia Freeman

Granddaughter by Sylvia Freeman

  — Sylvia Freeman writes both poetry and fiction. She is a photographer and a member of fleur-de-lisa, the only women’s a cappella group writing and performing original songs using poetry for lyrics. She has a degree in visual arts and English and resides in Durham, North Carolina.

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This Is How Memory Works by Maria Mazziotti Gillan

This Is How Memory Works by Maria Mazziotti Gillan

This is how memory works. Rain on an empty street, grace that comes to us in moments, the color of love. What does my heart want? Jumble of hours, a scrambled puzzle. We have to find the pieces that fit. Who will help us find the way out? Aroma of garlic and peppers, a field […]

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Flowers by Camilla Trinchieri

Flowers by Camilla Trinchieri

  Camilla Trinchieri is an author of mysteries, psychological thrillers and a novel based on her mother’s life, called Finding Alice, (and, in Italy as Cercando Alice). She is a prolific writer with close to a dozen books, and more in progress. Camilla was born in Prague in a diplomat’s family to an Italian father and American mother. Visit […]

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Full Moon by Elena Diadenko

Full Moon by Elena Diadenko

8.5″ x 11″ paper print. Elena was born in Ukraine and currently lives in Chicago, Illinois Elena writes, “I feel that the moon has magical powers. Our ancestors talked about it a lot, but we neglect to hear it. The full moon is a time of transformation of your spiritual soul.” Visit Elena at elenadiadenko […]

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Landscape Washed by Fire by Carolyn Gregory

Landscape Washed by Fire by Carolyn Gregory

Long after our parents had gone to dust, we enter the garden, carrying our history of Trinidad, Paris, the West Village, the dark-skinned men we walked with by the Hudson or Charles, depending on the script.   Swirled in print with turquoise jewelry, her blue-green eyes still dazzle, carrying their intaglio of blue porcelain, the […]

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