Poetry from Joan Beebe

  A MORNING SUNRISE Slowly at the first hint of morning, We can perceive a small streak  of red Beautifully stretched over the sky. The sun is starting to make a  panorama Of color with pinks and gold blending Across the sky. When the sun has fully risen, Our eyes behold the beauty And majesty […]

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Poetry from Kevin Rabas

Always Good   C.S. Lewis reminds us that some things are always good: a waterfall, a rainbow, two hands clasped. Take that away, and you may never know that anything can be good, is always good, no matter how you look and see.  

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Poetry from J.J. Campbell

and before the final thought was done to the sweet lips i know i will never get the chance to taste again to the lonely nights on the phone until three in the morning to the hushed moans and muffled screams of just the right words and just the right amount of kink to those […]

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Short story from Mike Zone

A strong wind was blowing, meaning a storm was coming, only it wasn’t outside… something wicked was brewing inside Silas Jones, the young man with the old man’s name, facing down the gun barrel of aging. Lightning crashed into his eardrums as SHE brushed up, ever so slightly against him with a semblance of thunder […]

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Poetry from Linda Imbler

Gossips Both inside an outside a haunted house the dead fear you more. So, avoid them in dark alleys on account that you do not startle them. For, I guarantee that they are there. They like to wander because they are as curious as cats. They do enjoy a good look inside windows, especially of […]

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Story from Don McLellan

Squatters ALICIA LETS THE towel slip from her sunburned shoulders and adjusts the goggles. A volunteer secures a number to the strap of the swimsuit, nudging her into a procession of shivering girls dropping off the end of the pier. In the dream the river is cold and muddy, the current swift. Awake, she listens […]

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Story from Ann Tinkham

The Forever Snow   I go back to find her, and it’s all different now. Everyone’s changed, the little ones grown, the ones in my heart ancient. They’re not the auburn-haired Jackie-O or the wide-smiling JFK cruising city streets in a mustang convertible playing the easy breezy sixties. They’re the ones I thought they’d never […]

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Poetry from Piotr Kasjas

Children of the Stars translated by Artur Komoter We children of the stars – Atoms of life Born of cosmic dust In the cold darkness of the galaxies In a tiny fraction of their existence We children of the stars – They arose from silence Descendants of the white dwarves Thrown out of the emptiness […]

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