Folding Laundry on a Summer Evening
By Laura K. Deal Whose socks these are I think I know. Their mates went missing long ago. They’re lost, behind the couch or bed,
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“Crybaby”
By Laura K. Deal Do you see what I have here? A diamond of pain, Crushed to cutting strength By sheer determination. The fierce drive
“Dreams”
By Mary Oliver All night the dark buds of dreams open richly. In the center of every petal is a letter, and you imagine if
Missing Person
By Nancy Deal I glanced at my reflection As I was passing by, And this brief inspection Showed a sight that wasn’t I. No sunburned
“How close I want to be”
By Roger Peterson How close I want to be to you my love I smell your heat I taste the breath upon your lips
Hands (a prose poem)
By Gordon Adams Each finger was different. None would be called “beautiful.” Not quite claws, but sometimes close. The joints were swollen with arthritis, bulging
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Cat
By J.R.R. Tokien The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream of nice mice that suffice for him, or cream; but he free,
Earthquakes
By Laura K. Deal I walk with heavy stride, carrying earthquakes In every step, my current incarnation Formed with grandiose attempts to harmonize humanity. Before
Cielo Rojo
This is a powerful poem, with art by and read by the author, Maceo Montoya, from the site Latinopia.com: LATINOPIA WORD MACEO MONTOYA “RED SKY”
The Shrinking Lonesome Sestina
By Miller Williams Somewhere in everyone’s head something points toward home, a dashboard’s floating compass, turning all the time to keep from turning. It doesn’t