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Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae, A Hungry Wife

05.31.10 Posted in Contributor Series 5, today's words by

Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae A Hungry Wife By Cassie Premo Steele 1. The joy I feel when I touch your hip in the dark is the knowledge that my body is bread and you can eat this simple meal and be satisfied. 2.  Taste the time we have together. It is not long. Nothing […]


Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae, Identity

05.30.10 Posted in Contributor Series 5, today's words by

Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae Identity By Chris G Vaillancourt I have been  my father’s son; my mother’s son; my grandparents’ grandson; my sister’s brother; my wife’s husband; my children’s father. I have been a child; a student; a poet; an artist; a teacher; a parent; a labourer; an employee; a social insurance number. Now […]


Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae, My Identity

05.29.10 Posted in Contributor Series 5, today's words by

Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae My Identity By James G Piatt Who are you The beautiful poetess asked Seeking to peek inside my soul I am that which is unknown even To myself I tell her I am yesterday and tomorrow I am happiness and sorrow I am the son of my father And the […]


Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae, Betsy the Barn Cow: A Suffragette’s Lament

05.28.10 Posted in Contributor Series 5, today's words by

Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae Betsy the Barn Cow: A Suffragette’s Lament By KJ Hannah Greenberg Here I quieten sad and blue, I, a cow, who just can’t moo. Cud I form. Tail I shake, But bovine noise, I barely make. My milk’s supreme; the cream’s rich, yellow. I’d swap that stuff for one full bellow, […]


Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae, The DeSoto

05.27.10 Posted in Contributor Series 5, today's words by

Contributor Series 5: Dramatis Personae The DeSoto By Joseph Murphy The 10-year-old sat up to see over the dash, Imagining the engine’s sound. September 1959: summer kids gone; Gift and soda shops closed; the island’s beaches Reclaimed by gulls. The car had been sold; time to move. This would be his final chance To marvel […]