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  • Complexities of Home – Ellen Roberts Young

    Pillowcases dangle, clothespins fallen, three sheets to the wind.   I head upstairs, past the clock on the landing, my arms full of sheets to fold, interlayered with irritation and affection. I…

  • Black Velvet Painting – Marilyn Zelke Windau

    The sea is a black velvet canvas. A pointillist artist has begun a new study, with white, green and red dots. He delineates the horizon with measured points of light, which alternately…

  • Two Suns – Rajani Radhakrishnan

    In the evening, from the steps of the temple tank, I watch him scatter the yellow light as he leaves the water, his feet painting the hot granite a little less with…

  • Fall is Arriving – James G. Piatt

    Late in the afternoon, the fading Sun’s rays shine through Crevices in an old cabin, moving Through the rooms where ancient Spirits tell the silent tales of the Past, which are now…

  • Last Remains – Catherine Moore

    She begins at five in the morning to make the dead man’s doughnuts. This is the only domesticity she can add to these morbid moments; sweet in the face of neglected steel,…

  • A Man Called Rip – Catherine Moore

    There came a point when my father could no longer contain the loss. His nights filled in dreams of the end, and once awoken he’d wander off to share the horror with…

  • On Honey Lake Road – Richard Perkins

    It’s the first night we’ve seen together. Today, we spent the light in a hyperreality and we chose to chant our contentment like a hawk-filled sky and pipes on asphalt.   This…

  • Beach – Joan McNerney

    My mind is an ocean where swimmers, surfers, sun worshippers cavort.   Long salty hair held between their teeth. Flourishing wild flowered gowns     …streams of silk     waves of taffeta     splashy lace.  …

  • Ambulance – Jennifer Jenkins

    Driving down that twisty road, you can’t see around the next corner but there’s a heaving mass of rush-hour traffic in all four lanes. Stopped at a light, there’s a flash in…

  • We Went in Search of Scrub Jays – Cari Oleskewicz

    We went in search of scrub jays. Vibrant birds – blue as blue is blue, likely to perch, to watch, to trill and warble.   Early April – dry and hot, feeling…