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An account of the first of Summer’s Muse: releasing the spell of the secular she that came before her

05.31.16 Posted in today's words by

John McKenna’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Other Boys of Summer” (November 2013) An account of the first of Summer’s Muse: releasing the spell of the secular she that came before her By John McKenna I.  New summer new olde summer olde your gold to bronze your blue to gray your twilight, […]


Two Boxes

05.30.16 Posted in today's words by

Two Boxes By Jim Carson There are two boxes in my closet One contains my father’s ashes—the other my memories of him Like the rumpled suit of clothes that hangs above, the box of ashes gives no clue to the life that gave it form and substance. I will scatter his ashes on some mountain […]


Morning Stroll

05.29.16 Posted in today's words by

Morning Stroll By Wayne Russell While out on a walk this morning with my two dogs in tow, I could have sworn that I saw the resurrected Theodore Roosevelt. The red tinged hair, the bulky manly stature, the bushy mustache even the glasses were there. I said, “Good morning” to the Roosevelt clone and received nothing in retort but […]


My Magic is gone

05.28.16 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was “An Artful One” (April 2015)  My Magic is gone By Charlene James-Duguid My magic is gone Skipped town on a sparrow’s wing “Wanted: Wand—High Grade.”


The Filling

05.27.16 Posted in today's words by

Cary Lynne’s most recent poem to appear here was Butterfly (July 2014) The Filling By Cary Lynne A blossoming through the folds wet newness soon to be reigned in the garden sloppy, beauty out of longing pink, pushed, spread, royal love dreamt and made. Summer will ripen a baby Giovanni or perhaps a tiny Charlotte.