V.P. Crowe, Embrace

Embrace V.P. Crowe Leaving in the thick of morning traffic, I catch myself smiling as commuters honk and weave and shake their fists, open mouths and angry faces looking very…

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Joan Canby, Lesson

Lesson Joan Canby Once a lover of luster, the smiling clamor of fame. Once a coveter for a platter of gold, the scoop of adoration and for the stanchion statue…

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Saba Boru, Mercy

Mercy Saba Boru Each wound drapes a beaded suffering. We weave blood quilt enough to embrace us tender, empty, hardly living. Shade swallows sun and freedom unopen. My mother was…

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Monica Berry, Façade

Façade Monica Berry Simple living can be difficult in this city Common feelings convince us to join the Joneses Once smiling on our own and thankful for our individuality We…

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Rich Aubin, REQUIEM

REQUIEM Rich Aubin He had lost the harmony; she the tune. The chorus did not clamor to save the piece, ceased singing, and let it recede a tenfold fathom below.…

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