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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Mating Dance

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Mating Dance By Christopher Roe Pheasant’s ringed neck and feathered finery. Peacock’s splendid robe of a hundred eyes. Stag’s antlered rack of many points. Frog’s throaty pouch of sultry croaks. Macaw’s outrageously strident colors. Firefly’s desperate midnight semaphore. And frantic mayfly’s brief moment in the sun. All male poses, […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Dark Matter

12.09.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10 by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Dark Matter By PD Lyons Her life like rose blossoms on sheets of linen Her skin stretched like ivory linen on a line Her breath like Summer folds against double bed linens Her hands like linen freshly dyed beckon to where, despite meticulous planning, still warm I found her PD […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Window Shopping

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Window Shopping By Dean Olson Some of us give the window little more than a sideways glance that lingers. A hurried upward lift of the eyes that hesitates as if startled seeing bright colored birds. Others stop. Stand for a while. Look, try to sort it out,  our eyes turning […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Inheritance

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Inheritance By Louis Gallo A crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the Dead. –Auden Made in Occupied Japan, Belgium, made in Sudan, Chicago, Bavaria, these artifacts left behind, tucked in corners, behind posts, on shelves, stashed in secret niches throughout  my grandfather’s house, antiques from […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Fancy You

12.07.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10 by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Fancy You By Ivan Jenson You won’t be free but wheeling  slowly in a chair and you won’t  be sung to painted or  flattered except by  orderlies and nurses who will wait on your every need yet never give you what you want which will be all that you spent […]


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