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Poem: RIVERDAYS

By: Ted Mc Carthy I Dark is falling on the river, on the milk of insects, on eggs under the dockleaves, such dark as the long evening permits. The air is tart with the scent of herbs of forgetfulness, spores that…

Poem: My new friend

By: Milt Montague as I left my home this morning I was greeted by a new friend exuding waves of love and warmth hundreds of tiny florets dressed in passionate pink made into a baseball sized flower each one sitting…