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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, untitled

12.24.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone untitled By BR Belletryst I heard the heavy thump of prematurely dying leaves hit the sidewalk outside my house. The gross injustice of their fall from grace startled me enough to miss my step. Like the realization of their demise, the soft crackle of their crisp selves, […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Bones

12.23.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Bones By Michael Ceraolo the bones of a few billion passenger pigeons, once present in flocks dense enough to darken the sky for eight continuous hours, hunted to extinction in less than a century And the bones of fifty million bison, skulls stacked several stories high while […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, What Time Is Left

12.23.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone What Time Is Left By Salvatore Buttaci we’ll begin right now to count down the years we’ll do it moment by moment keep two huge jars one for the salvageable the other for whatever time we consider unworthy all those stumbling hours those muddy potholes that can […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Old Bones

12.22.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Old Bones By Bobbie Troy dying crops in brown fields dried bones of old age Bobbie’s most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Surviving Auschwitz, published in November.


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Sarah’s Eyes

12.22.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Sarah’s Eyes By Dee Thompson I have come to understand that memory is biological. When I look at the photos of my Cherokee great great grandmother Sarah, her tiny skull, her sad eyes, I feel her despair. I have no words for her story, only legends and […]


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