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Poem no. 8.

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by Jon Ferguson.

Often I awake
in the middle of the night
to check if my heart is still beating.

The light goes on
when I flick the switch.
Friend Whitman had no switches flicking.

I see the things –
light, lamp, books, clock, pen,
near to finger touch always reassuring.

The woman asleep,
body turned on her bed side
with private dreams always recurring,

The daughter upstairs,
angelic fourteen dreams her life,
with cat in the midnight garden roaming.

Yes, the pump is on
having not yet decided
to shut down and end its time working.

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day.

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by Marie Davis & Margaret Hultz. Sylvia’s mother goes bump, bump and bump all the way down the sewer drain. Each bump makes a very pleasant, clangy, tinny sound — pleasant to the ears, a much-needed respite from the foul breath of the large sewer drain. But, pleasing to the eye how the giant pipe […]

Lion by Lion.

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by Marissa Bell Toffoli. Garland of lions, roar of paper. Must tether these tatters scratching across the library tabletop. They prowl my dreams, always on the periphery. My blind spot moves. I dream of your steady heartbeat, of flying. The lions wait. Bent spines and hardcovers can only hide so much. In the mirror, I […]

Kiss me now and let it begin.

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by Sylvi(a) Temple. The silence here is clammy, the house is motionless, as if it holds its breath – Too many memories have settled into dust; Young woman listen for the bell… Feel the world’s touch upon your skin, stumble into its arms clumsy and newborn: But the door is too wide open – and […]

Stumbling Toward Truth.

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by Bruce Thompson. In a time in which authoritative voices are derided as “fake news,” it has once again become fashionable to believe in truth. Our fascination with post-modern relativism has soured as we have experienced the practical effects of living in a social and political world utterly unencumbered by facts. But to reclaim our […]

The Aunt.

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by John Grey. There was the aunt more talked about than actually seen by the likes of me, who wore form-fitting blouses, hip-hugging skirts and high-heels, whether for a night out on the town, a wedding or a funeral. She never married but her numerous boyfriends were the subject of family legend. She drank, loved […]

The Scrap Bag.

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by Rose Jermusyk. A young man once set out in search of fortune. He thought highly of himself, a prince among men, for he had a fairy godmother – a benevolent creature sure to point him in the direction of glory. This fairy godmother had a house the color of new-fallen snow and a smile […]

The Technicolor Meal.

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by Ron Singer.                                                 Mr. Peavis was a fussy eater. Everything had to be just so, or he simply could not eat. Furthermore, his fussiness was of an unusual type: each meal of the week had to be a different color. On Wednesday nights, for instance, he had his red supper, which might consist of […]

ORANGE GREEN WHITE BLACK.

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by C. S. Kraszewski.   I thought of the blind And joyful obedience of dogs As I stepped on the bridge, Fort Point side, And headed north Past the chain-link fence That stands between despair And the yard-thick main cable, Where it sinks into the anchorage pylon Like an orange leash Disappearing Into a tight […]

I’ve Discovered Gold.

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by David D. Horowitz The golden mean is a rainbow, and, oh, how it glows! The rainbow’s colors complement one another, and they include the brightest colors, not simply “neutral” colors like gray, tan, and beige. And rainbow colors, representing diverse customs and values, suggest goodness and happiness can coexist and in many varieties of […]