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Jackie

01.14.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Rhiannon Thorne’s most recent poem to appear here was I Took to Howling With You (October 2012).JackieBy Rhiannon ThorneJackie, I don’t think you were listeningwhen I told you we werequit smokinglast week,and there’s blood and broken ceramicon the porch that my ankledoes not want to explainand my handsshake at the thought of washing.You’re a bitch, if I […]


Imago

01.10.13 Posted in words to linger on by

De Jackson lives in Nevada and has written work that has appeared in such journals as Tuck, Curio, Red River Review, The Camel Saloon, and others.ImagoBy De JacksonWhat of flutter?She can morph and mimic her wayinto next Tuesday,funnel tortoise slowhoneydew smileinto fast fragrant frownssit downand crochet her ownsurgical transcriptionsloose unfoldedvulnerable before predatorand priest, at leastshe’s honest.Heart dry,she can […]


Your eyes

01.07.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Amy Alley is a writer, artist, teacher, mother, and knitting fanatic who lives in beautiful upstate South Carolina. Her first book, The Absence of Anyone Else, was published in 2009. She maintains 2 blogs, The Boldness Initiative and Pan Pan Studios, and she can be contacted at amialley@hotmail.com. Her poem Letter to Myself on December 3 appeared here in December 2010.Your eyesBy Amy […]


Riding Waves

01.03.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Amy Hudock, PhD, is a writer, professor, and editor who lives in South Carolina with her family. She is the coeditor of Literary Mama: Reading for the Maternally Inclined (Seal Press 2006) and American Women Prose Writers, 1820-1870 (Gale 2001). Her work has been anthologized in the Chicken Soup for the Soul and Cup of Comfort series, as well as in Torn: True Stories […]


The Windy Artist

12.31.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Daniel Dowe’s most recent poem here was Opening (December 2012). The Windy ArtistBy Daniel Dowe Don’t rake leaves,On windy Saturdays.November breezes like chaosAnd swirls.The November artistStages afternoon happenings:Where leaves form circle dances;Synchronized marches across intersections;And mutinies against carefully constructed piles. The Saturday wind is like an eight year old,Unconscious and uninterested in schedules,Contemptuous of adult tasks;Blowing away my […]


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