Poetry from Joan Beebe

STONE SOUP While going for a walk, I came upon A cluster of stones, so beautiful. As the rays of the sun glistened upon them, I picked them up and found one that was Ruby red in color.  I had never read Anything about such stones.  Being careful not To spill them, still some fell […]

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Poetry from Vijay Nair

                                                                                                A platonic journey of my holy lips! My lips starts its platonic journey At midnight from the curved Ears of my lady love The best way to reach her virgin heart To make furrow that Eden For a splendid spring   The brunette beauty have […]

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Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope column

Flight To Ohio by Mary Anderson Parks Flight to Ohio is an emotionally powerful and gripping story of a woman and her remaining child fleeing to Ohio to be free from slavery. They have been abused in the most horrible ways and her daughter and grandchildren had even been sold to another slave holder. Nellie […]

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Poetry from Rick Hartwell

  False Spring   False spring’s soft rain subsides to snow flurries and icy winds annihilate too-early growth; buds blush and drop without blooms.   Raucous tempest buffets pairs of birds, challenging them to seek safe nesting sites for mating as sapphire skies turn first opal then ebony.   *    *     *   Approaching death […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Naked Side       I’ve seen the destruction of visions, the penetration of a good cause, seen souls anesthetized by sadness.   The only constant is endurance, is the thing that jumps out from the void then reverses back into its indifferent swallow.   One change, then the moment slips into a new glimpse […]

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Poetry from Alyssa Trivett

  Tuesday Afternoon   Cheese-grated my two-bit soles on strainer sewers. A man, nighthawk coat, cigarette for a beak, stopped in front of me to ignite his habit. ‘Designated Smoking Area’ sign chain-gain hangs, on a rusted work area fence. I play I Spy, since it isn’t my habit. So I’m scrawling within those rusted […]

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Poetry from JD DeHart

Bear House   They tire of the too small, too big conversations, the constant comparisons; at least Snow White had the courtesy to sleep a while and Cinderella disappeared in her pumpkin for a carriage ride into the night. This girl just sits on the couch, whining, threatening teenage pregnancy, smearing on acne medicine, then […]

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Essay from Michael Robinson

“Don’t hurt me!” I said, sitting in the corner of a tiny room with pillows on the floor for my bed. It was an August night and it was cold. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Mary would spend the next two decades telling me that she wasn’t going to hurt me. I’d get to hear […]

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