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Monthly Archives: December 2017
Finola Scott: Two poems
Local knowledge I sob alone in skyscraper canyons wait for the El, as snow layers. I’m sub-zero frozen in two hats, tartan scarf, fists snowballed in sodden coat pockets. Santa jeers from the brooch at my throat. Frost diamond-locks my … Continue reading
Linda Atterton
Take Down The Stars Take down the stars, They were just fairy lights, Tell the man upon the moon, To pack his things and go, Before it turns to chalk. Pin the sun to the horizon, Or let it set, … Continue reading
Catherine Eunson
Time’s brief To rearrange and redesign all the small sand – each separate grain to be included. Terms and progress of this fundamental contract will remain under constant review and multiple results from consultative testings will become available twice daily … Continue reading
Judith Taylor: Two poems
clarinet She’s a voice, they say but when did you hear a human voice sing such grace in baroque quintets and ragtime bands alike? lilt through the ornaments and lament with so much reason? glow like a low star then … Continue reading
Maggie Mackay
On Considering Courage Six apple trees and companion ladders, six wooden rungs. Blossom showers grass tufts, casting snow rings on the earth. I plant one bare foot on the first spar and curve my arthritis, feeling for wood. My hands … Continue reading