by MARJORIE BURKE | Jul 10, 2023 | In Print, Poetry
I do nothing but sit with arms hanging limp, shoulders slumped, eyes teary, mouth dry, unable to concentrate on anything but the worst moments, this loose posture, unnatural stillness opens me to the reality of my sorrow unconnected to life stuck on pause in need of a...
by JAMES W. SPAIN | May 2, 2023 | In Print, Poetry
Sun bled through the age-tinged windows, seeping across the interior of this barn so old, particles danced in the sunlight, with dust-coated stories untold. Hidden in the afternoon sun, obscure and forgotten, all alone, in this place my family had...
by Jennifer R. Edwards | Dec 13, 2022 | In Print, Poetry
They’re learning what slides or won’t stand, secret joy in crumbling what they create or find. I give them permission I teach them to ask for. We’re disappointed after each crash. Stand back & everything seems smaller. The world shifts; even now we’re in motion...
by James W. Spain | Sep 15, 2022 | Poetry
I drive lonely back roads, to simply enjoy the foliage more, in my vintage automobile, with classical music I do tour. Alone with nature. colorful leaves gently fall, another season concluded, the trees so very tall. Sadness sometimes consumes me, as I recall leaf...
by James W. Spain | Mar 18, 2022 | In Print, Poetry
Sugaring in the north woods, frosty nights and a warm day, placing taps and buckets, horse drawn wagon the old way. Gathering the sweet sap to boil, memories now sepia-toned and old, maple sugaring with grandfather, in another time doing as I was told. The fire...
by James Spain | Oct 12, 2021 | In Print, Poetry
The leaves have fallen,maple, oak, ash and birch, from the many trees,near our beloved church. With foliage concluded,vibrant colors no longer remain, unlike in some ways,but in others just the same. They are now together,equal and in the same place, on the ground...
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