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JUDACULLA ROCK
by Don Russ North CarolinaState Archaeological Site 31JK3 The heavens mapped? The spent mind of a wanderer mapped back upon his silent...
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Nov 20, 20201 min read
Chrysalis
by Maggie Edwards She was old⎼so old she crusted over, and the crust smelt like decay⎼that senior home reek of fish bones and too long...
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Nov 18, 20201 min read
The Architect Disbelieves
by Anna Elkins Beneath Rue d’Enfer, Paris There is no weather down here. It’s old & warm, always. The lantern light soaks into stone, the...
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Nov 16, 20201 min read
Relics
by J C Scharl I. It’s water does this to wood: petrifies the honeyed grain so time runs off the light-shot stone like rain, leaving...
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Nov 13, 20201 min read
In Front of the Candles
by Jane Beal My dearest friend did not die when I was in España, despite the brain surgery – a fact worth remembering. I had felt so...
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Nov 11, 20201 min read
The Deer
by Brandi Willis Schreiber I write to you, for the first time, after the year’s long ache. Do you remember our walk ending in ochre...
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Nov 9, 20201 min read
Secret Midtown Garden
by LindaAnn LoSchiavo Our first apartment bordered ugly Hell’s Kitchen, a place for hanging your head out The window, yelling for...
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Nov 6, 20201 min read
A Plague of Emmanuels
by Chris Haven It came first to the waters. The shores thicken, nothing like life. Frogs, lice, biting flies. The buzz then the darkening...
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Nov 4, 20201 min read
As It Should Be
by DonD.S. Martin When diverse colours in a forest blend the greens like olive emerald lime & jade the yellow of the daisies which...
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Nov 2, 20201 min read
Transfiguration
by Amy Nemecek We followed him to the top of this great, high Mountain, grew heavy-eyed, footsore. I stuck one of those barking dogs into...
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Oct 26, 20201 min read
House
by Ace Boggess No cable TV. No internet. No power this morning. Gas leak, gas leak, gas leak— how the walls begin to speak through their...
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Oct 6, 20201 min read
Psalm for the Fallen Women
by Laura Sweeney For the French teacher who drank herself into oblivion; for the nurse who couldn’t go through the courts because she was...
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Oct 5, 20201 min read
Sober
By Marjorie Maddox “If then we have angels, let us be sober, as though we were in the presence of tutors; for there is a demon present...
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Oct 2, 20202 min read
One Handful with Tranquility
by Laura Reece Hogan The time of April ticks onward outside, on the hills, in the chaparral, under sagebrush, an awakening from the ashes...
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Sep 30, 20201 min read
Communion
by Trivarna Hariharan Standing still— an autumn tree embraces the joy of all it receives from the earth. Trivarna Hariharan is a student...
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Sep 23, 20201 min read
Still Have Anger Issues with the Past
by Ace Boggess I dreamt my old boss into being. Twenty years invisible, & here she came, her unimpassioned face, stone jaw, tone flat as...
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Sep 14, 20201 min read
Descended into Hell
by Greg Huteson On the slate gray plain, paused when jabbed by rain bloodying as darts, I rub pricked parts hard with soggy hands, mull...
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Sep 3, 20201 min read
In the Neurology Wing of Johns Hopkins Outpatient Center
by Adam Tavel for my son James The boy with his shattered skull stitched runs his fingers over the bridge Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs...
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Sep 1, 20201 min read
Duet
by Claude Wilkinson Anything miraculous, we try to rationalize, to explain in terms of less thrilling science. For example, I give you...
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Aug 30, 20201 min read
Lydia’s Song
By Laura Sweeney (Acts 16: 13-15) I am the merchant of purple cloth, washing and wishing well the women─ battered mad abandoned women. I...
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