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Field Notes from an Old Chair
Field Notes from an Old Chair written by: D.R. James Well, they’ve come, these early crews, though...
The Marketplace Poet
The Marketplace Poet written by: Sharon J. Clark @mkscribe He sat by the fountain from noon to...
Autumn (My Case I Rest)
Autumn (My Case I Rest) written by: Glen Gales Through sun dapples people paddle slowly on the...
Visit From Another Ghost
Visit From Another Ghost written by: Roger Turner @titansdad There was a knocking on my bedroom door...
Late For Dinner
Late For Dinner written by: Iris Taylor @irisjtaylor I was cutting across a field I’d cut across...
The Dead Rise
The Dead Rise written by: Stark Hunter the dead are here today they sit in folding chairs...
When Notes Fall
When Notes Fall written by: Jen Schneider The doorbell rings – short, punctuated reminders of time, as...
White Hyacinths
White Hyacinths written by: Jan Sargeant I’d taken her hyacinths only last week, papery pointed layered shoots,...
When’s Day Is Just Not Another Day
When’s Day Is Just Not Another Day written by: Robert W Kovacs The day started like any...
When the Doc said No
When the Doc said No written by: Keith D Guernsey @thegurns Susan and I walked into the...
Standing Watch
Standing Watch written by: Anne Gruner One early morning at Safeway, I’d stopped to grab some groceries...
Pain
Pain written by: Vijinarayan @viji28 I feel like a stranger A day after the onslaught of pain,...
There are Two Sides to Every Story
There are Two Sides to Every Story written by: Rose Rayne Rivers @roseraynerivers It’s time to set...
