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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Another Summer

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

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Another Summer By PD Lyons 95 degrees 4th of July Connecticut Bare Trees, Winter Night; oldie not so familiar says the radio this is age & what it’s like & how is there anything else now? But poplars silver still sounds like rain quick sand springs still […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Grave Duty

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

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Grave Duty By Kim Klugh These stones, smooth as old bones these tombstones these sun-bleached fleshless tablets bear names and date tags chiseled for the dead below lined up row by row remind me of decaying teeth some worn down or chipped, some now leaning a few […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, A Ship of Bones

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

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone A Ship of Bones By Harris Tobias Lay the old man down, lay him down His wretched bones are dry and worn Give the ferryman a coin or Let him drown These brittle bones won’t walk again Lay him down, lay him down Make paddles of his […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, You Were Something Else

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

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone You Were Something Else By Kenneth Karrer There is an awful comfort here For souls in this Place of pews. Shared, silenced, sounds and Final fulgurations emanate From candles casting Shadows In the nave and on the Altar. Reflections now on who you were And what you […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Once More

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

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Once More By Alice Shapiro Bone tired, picking sardine shards lodged between his ancient ochre-tinted canines an old gent seesaws, supported on a perfect wood-turned stick embellished by ever deepening nicks notched each year for what seems a century. Her air-borne cries strike his attention over the […]


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