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Starry Night
Starry Night written by: Pardee Lowe Jr. Oil swirled on canvas color rioting the eye Reality in...
Scene of The Crime
Scene of The Crime written by: Clive Grewcock My spine ran cold at the headline news. They...
Coffee, Baseball, and Fear of Flying
Coffee, Baseball, and Fear of Flying written by: Jim Latham @JimLatham15 Two double espressos on top of...
Shopping
Shopping written by: Mara Cheney I’ve left my shopping partner with the intention of going home but...
My Automobile Is a Tyrant
My Automobile Is a Tyrant written by: Joan McNerney I lost it three times in a local...
Nightly Promenade
Nightly Promenade written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat essential oils for my nightly promenade under the heavens ...
Honoring My Ancestors
Honoring My Ancestors written by: Krysia Pytlik Oxmind The list of possible hoards endless- spoons, old letters,...
Filling Station
Filling Station a poem by: Elizabeth Bishop Oh, but it is dirty! –this little filling station, oil-soaked,...
