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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…

  • 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.  …

  • 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…

  • Tribute – Rodney Nelson

    one look at an outside wall of the country house would have told me that she had gardened    he’d made art because I had seen that trowel in her hand and asked…

  • Pithed – Bryce Johle

    My teacup cradles a wishy-washy      countenance, waves folding over flimsy features like colored paper giving in      to origami. Have you ever wished your bones could twist like that, coolly ripple      into a…

  • The Neighborhood – James Croal Jackson

    walking down my own damn street I’m struck by a purple rotting house I’ve never seen before   a lightning realization!          what else have I missed?    the two story yam,…