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By: Matthew Birch IDrippingfrom my lipsthey form a pool LeavingI’m not ready in timeYou’re shoutingnot that loud it’s funnynow I can open the door Dried eyes and silenceI want to dive in again III put on my coatwhen the cold…

By: Dawn DeBraal Deep in thought, I was walking through the field when I came up to the log cabin my great grandfather built in the high meadow. Pa turned it into a barn after building the new house when…

By: Clara McShane Avenue of Blackberries Avenue of blackberriesencapsulated by the treesspecks of wildflower, butter gorsefootball club cheering grows hoarse old man passes, all my lifelens matures with time and strifewilting fuchsia, ballet shoesawry poppy, Summer’s bruise benches who have…

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By: Kimberth D. Obeso There are numerous historical novels around the globe. Well-known published historical masterpieces include A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, War, and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Historical novels written…

By: John Grey NADINE You’re out of time and place,having so many silent letters in your name,and drawn to the jukeboxin the dusty window of the antique score,while in the books you read,you stand up for the misfitsand prefer to…

By: Naga Vydyanathan Mrinalini was up, even before the crack of dawn, fresh with renewed vigour to embark upon the day’s chores. Sipping her morning cup of steaming coffee, a necessity in most south Indian households, she quickly ran through…

By: Glenn John Arnowitz She was the smallest one in the room. Her siblings pushed her over as they ran to us, begging for affection. But she just stood motionless, and we were both drawn to her calm and quiet…