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Letter from the Editor, Grief

Letter from the Editor, Grief

Published belatedly on August 31, 2014 Dear Readers, If you’ve read at Open Mic events you must know the pin-drop silence after a serious poem, a sharp contrast from the laughter and applause that follows funny material. The quiet response is natural – but the reward goes to humor. It makes sense that in community […]

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You Take this Form and Fill it up – by Vivian Fumiko Chin

You Take this Form and Fill it up – by Vivian Fumiko Chin

I miss my father’s malapropisms. If that’s what they’re called – when he would use a word in a way that made sense, but sounded funny. If I was calm, I’d let it go. If I wasn’t thinking, I’d probably correct him. “Fill it out, Dad. I’ll fill it out. You fill up a gas […]

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A Picnic by Carol Smallwood

A Picnic by Carol Smallwood

It must have been the tables for the luncheon that brought back memories of tables filled with people on Little Chicago Lake: I smelled the hot tar of summer, the satisfying plop of belly smackers off the dock. The lake had gotten its name because it was people from Chicago who’d built summer homes when the Manitowoc & […]

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Abuse Counselor by Kerry Holjes

Abuse Counselor by Kerry Holjes

  Trailing dark robes of sorrow, I am the guardian of secrets, the hoarder of truths. I caress the broken surface of jagged memories, of all my caring, of every used-to-be. I thread the needle of my solitude with rivulets of tears. — Kerry Holjes is a poet, writer and editor, among her many talents. […]

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The Painting by Constance B. Wilder

The Painting by Constance B. Wilder

The flowers were frozen. The petals faded, stems drooped and a dusting of new-fallen snow covered the arrangement. The florist placed them on the front step expecting that there would be someone home to bring them inside. Even though it was getting dark, I saw them out of the corner of my eye when I […]

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Losing Faith by Sylvia Freeman

Losing Faith by Sylvia Freeman

I’ve lost faith in four leaf clovers, promise of good fortune. I found only one in the spring of that earth-shattering year, brought it carefully inside, spread it between random pages of The Odyssey, thickest book on my shelf. one leaf placed against “…what good can come of grief?” the second “…at the water’s edge…” […]

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Distant Me by Crystal McGaha

Distant Me by Crystal McGaha

Cutting corners losing color tell me I’m not letting go you’re watching from a distance with a golden glow I’m empty on an endless road frozen, falsetto fear you’ve been here you’re where I’ll be I’m running away hiding my face feeling the ache mistake, mistake empty on an endless road frozen, falsetto fear you’ve […]

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Widow Body by Maura MacNeil

Widow Body by Maura MacNeil

I borrow language from my body. It is dry-mouthed and dyslexic when I rest the words within my hand and touch above my eyes the place of furrows where your voice remains so I might speak to you. ~~~ I have been calling you back so you might return. ~~~ The body of loss is […]

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Yearning for a Savior by Angela Jackson-Brown

Yearning for a Savior by Angela Jackson-Brown

I waited for you. Sought your face among the faces of strangers, wondering if they were The One. But no one wanted to bundle up my burdens and take them atop a hilltop and die for them there. I was plucked too soon. Vines of kudzu suffocated my innocence leaving me wide open, full of […]

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Reason Enough to Live by Ellen Leiserson

Reason Enough to Live by Ellen Leiserson

I taste the dryness in my mouth; the dust settles there when I companion the dying.  I hear–silence I feel–no spirit’s presence.   I am drawn home to bathe you, grandchild. I watch as you place your hand  in running water and pull it out to observe the droplets on your palm.    I feel you […]

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