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…

A Guide for the Visitors of Solovetsky Monastery Alexandra Corinth Are the waves always listening? A Russian island on the west side of the White Sea, shade and shelter from…

City of Light Trevor Cook Once there was a city down west The people living within a frame And held in place by a stanchion Listening to a tender voice…

dance with life Valentina R.N. Cochran ~the kaleidoscope of my beloved city stuns my senses~ ~beautiful symmetrical forms adorn her skyline~ ~her luster takes my breath far away~ ~it invokes…

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…

Morning Journey Trish Callahan I enjoy city living, the clamor of trucks chugging their way up thirty-five. Thankful to receive their grace, I scoop up the space they leave for…

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…

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…

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.…

Henry VII: The Early Years Margaret Allyson Margaret Beaufort could not fathom doubt. Listening to the milch cow strain against her stanchion in the shelter, to the stable lads scoop…