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Mama Moseley

Mama Moseley “I never asked for much.” written by: Stephen Michael Berberich - Can you see me? I can’t tell. I am the cat lying on my side...

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The Star I Ride

The Star I Ride written by: Elizabeth Bonsera   It cannot be described— but still, I try. Of course I try. To find the words for things with none at all. I vibrate now, deep in my soul— a thrum, a hush, a holy hum— remembering I am. Fully, wholly, one. And fancy that— there is no time, no future, past. Ain’t that sublime? It’s only now, this breath, this pulse, this star...


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Moon Glow

Moon Glow written by: Jeff L. Mauser - Frigid tendrils of obscurity slither out of pervasive desolation...

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Southwest Melody

Southwest Melody written by: Carlos Valle   Mighty rocks of God’s design Where the eyes may come to dine Strange formation made of stone Incantations from the wind The sun aroused Has cast itself Upon the fields Now bunched with snow Crystals glitter Crystals glow O’er the land The soft wind blow In the breath of afternoon Ghostly maidens made of snow Pirouette across th...


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Jason

Jason written by: Sarah Shihab   Remember the wicker as legs held too high, for the breeze breathes down a liquor cabinet that reaches a braised set of collars first. Take a thread to stitch your rotten abrasions while you hide what you will of orgasms on knit blankets, now furnished by heat, scripted by Jason’s memory. The breath reaches the boy in heaven last; his firs...


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