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Devreaux Baker
We were afraid to go back afraid to listen to the stories ash and bone might tell We wanted to believe our lives were immutable untouchable by nature, fate or disaster At twilight we skirted the base of the first burned hill reclaimed her scorched shoulder her ruined slope The ground beneath our feet released puffs of smoke like ancient ghosts they ro...
Opal Palmer Adisa
They warned us yes they did
But we refused to listen
The location was so beautiful
High above everyone remote peaceful
Our perfect get away and it was for ten years
Now I wade through ashes hoping to find
Evidence of a life lived a future we had bargained on
Copyright ©: Opal Palmer AdisaKim Addonizio
Grandma offed herself years ago so that just leaves the Picasso but it turns out to be a pencil drawing you made at six, triangle of a sail, one duck on a squiggle of water. Up go the curtains in a bright rush. You’d definitely save your daughter and take her place on the pyre, but she moved to a faraway island after launching a few thousand ships. Onc...
Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel
I well remember a Valley day when the sparse San Joaquin rain went wild out ofall self-control and drenched us library patrons before we reached the door complaining to each other
Inside the grey man, as we call him (with the faded blue eyes) is reading The New York Times his head covered by a cocked hat made from a newspaper
...Thomas Lovell Beddoes
I
If there were dreams to sell. What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life’s fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung the bell, What would you buy?
II
A cottage lone and still, With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to ...