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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Gliding Princess

12.14.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Gliding Princess By Laura Zucca-Scott You were gliding Dancing gracefully Sparkling eyes A princess in disguise At Cinderella’s ball Every girl’s dream Or so they say The rhythm changed But not the glow Daring and bold In youthful bliss The lights were shining Burning slowly In that winter night Before […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Charcoal Portrait of an Actress

12.13.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Charcoal Portrait of an Actress By Mary Harwell Sayler The first time I saw you on the silver screen, you were a slender teen with big eyes and thick, tossed curls. What set you apart from the other girls can only  be described as radiance. And, oh, how you could […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Juxtaposition

12.12.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Juxtaposition By Kay Middleton just ask a moonbeam held against the clink of crystals for comparison, ask him if his throat is cooled by the ice, the night, the loneliness. Ask him to dance on a summer’s eve velveted with gardenia, laced with starlight while chauffeurs pass the time and […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Ballad of Anna Leigh

12.12.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Ballad of Anna Leigh By Ray Sharp I drove the wagon into town A hot and dusty ride Then whoa’d the horses and jumped down I’d come to meet my bride She stepped off of the westbound train Dressed in her finery Unto this godforsaken plain The widow Anna […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Fullness of Aging: Autumn’s Showy Bounty

12.11.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Fullness of Aging: Autumn’s Showy Bounty By KJ Hannah Greenberg Bottle gourd or butternut breasts, Watermelon abdomens, Hair like leeks gone wild, As well as vines of veins plus capillaries, Designated to pulse, surface, burst, Beyond the staid domains of “maid” or “madame,” Evidence crones’ shiny new growth, Elders’ […]


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