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Poem: Areca Palm

By: Mit Montague fifteen years ago it arrived barely one foot high a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve after her knee surgery the years have slipped by Evy’s leg healed beautifully restoring pain-free mobility to our active lives the tree…

Poem: a glass of wine

By: Milt Montague a glass of wine is fine red or white will do as well to relax both mind and body enhance enjoyment of a meal promote conviviality drink a toast to loved ones who make us greater than…

Poem: The Tea Shop

By: Adreyo Sen Those tea shops are the happiest that are unaware that they have a heart, a heart that unseen and lonely and overlooked. calms Impatience fuming in and out to get itself a latte. This tea shop too has…

Poem: Walks

By: JD DeHart Our walks began at the old house later burned by my uncles, and location of the rust-reddened refrigerator that trapped my oldest brother, nearly killing him. Then our feet would continue past the tin sheet that covered…

Poem: The Bird Fence

By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, a dove has twigged together a small nest,…

Poem: Antler Tree

By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich dark toils and wars, spraying parasite chemicals, dropping…

Poem: Inspiration

By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the…

Poem: Serendipity

By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Image upon the waters placid I had invoked From the corners of my mind An interminable stream Image upon the waters placid Free and fair, the maiden with flaxen hair. Sun rays reflected in the waters…

Poem: THE PORTRAIT OF A LOVER

By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia Gently, I muse a digit weeping lorn of love’s keeping; lulled by nothing but a rancorous clanging of a heart scarcely beating and a memory, distant yet fresh and vivid she visits me while I’m sleeping….

Poem: For The Wine Maker

By: Barbara Caceres She had no knowledge of your plans the tools you’d use to escape wanting only to bask in this year’s vintage she asked no questions held no suspicions and when your demeanor calmed and you called to…