Peloponnesus ~ Dore Kiesselbach

    Two weeks revolve in prospect like a postcard stand. Your mother’s money’s gotten us a clean room near a school. She hasn’t much but means to help us build from scratch a world. Would we have dropped out sooner had we known? Wakened from a lovers’ nap by choruses of play rising through […]

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Around a Corner ~ Joannie Stangeland

  See the sun showers farther away, that spit across the channel bathed a bit more golden, like a dream—if you could get there from now. Start with the photo album, thick plastic casket where pictures fade into the past like postcards from those first years. Wish you… Or crack the atlas of antiqued prints, […]

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Shroud of Turin ~ Jim Daniels

It is the single most studied artifact in human history, Since arriving in Turin in 1578, the Shroud has only been displayed a few times each century. My brother on business in Milan took a train to see it. He told our blind mother it renewed his faith—seeing what she does not need to, reading […]

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Champagne du Belair, Sept. 10 ~ Robin Chapman

  Dear Ones—here we are, South of France, tucked into an old walnut mill retrofitted for Eurotourists looking for gastronomic thrills—duck breast steamed in hay, a wine cellared for thirty years, chocolate darker than our winter months, our thoughts turning like the waterwheel to our friends who brought us here two years ago for a […]

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A Murder of Crows ~ Susan Elizabeth Howe

  Bevy of starlets casts them frail, quail-like, propelled by the current breeze.  Shouldn’t we say an augmentation of starlets bursts onto Sunset Boulevard? Or starlings, gender inclusive. I’m for accurate names:  the grease of lobbyists frying the country, the contagion of talk show hosts infecting channel after channel, the grimace of pop psychologists, the […]

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The Question of the Soul ~ Katharine Coles

  Birdsong.  Oboe’s Breath.  Wind in the eaves, voice Of the sparrow someone says Is five notes I can’t count.  Does The mind breathe or My lungs.  Throb or Heart, awash.  Electric, Stricken, it casts Itself at the air.  Beats And will not Fly.  Wherever might It go?  Dreaming mind caught Again in the leaves. […]

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The Man in the Blue House ~ Thom Caraway

  He walks the alley, hammer in hand, and taps nails back into fences. Sometimes he is Dmitri, sometimes Anton. Other times, he doesn’t know. He scavenges pallets for the man across the alley, rebuilds them and piles them in the bed of a pickup. He yells, accuses no one, You can’t hide! His screams […]

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November Surprise ~ John Morgan

                                      Fairbanks, Alaska   Ten below and ice-mist on the river when “Oh,” she says, “a butterfly!” as it comes wobbling from the sun-room, settles on the floor. We offer sugar water in a spoon and watch its sucking tube unroll. It sips, then flutters to the windowsill and folds its scalloped wings against […]

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