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Will not drown

01.09.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Kay Middleton’s last poem to appear here was Juxtaposition, published as part of Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, in December 2011. Will not drown By Kay Middleton Tell me again how you discovered pinethick red beams supporting your house,how you ran your hand over the roughsawn timbers and offered thanks andadmiration to the tree and craftsmanthat […]


Our Mark

01.05.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Elizabeth Stelling and Pasquale Varallo have both had poetry appear here before (My Father The Jazz Singer, June 2011; Rain, September 2011). They will join forces in 2012 with the release of their collection of love poems, 130 Years of Love forthcoming from unbound CONTENT.  Our Mark By Elizabeth Akin Stelling and Pasquale Varallo We left our names […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Chocolate Waltz

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Chocolate Waltz By Sharon Poch I dance the chocolate waltzglide sensuously,change partners at whimwhile my body’s bandcomposes lush rhapsodiesin three-quarter time The tempo slowsThe tongue seekssable smooth trufflespressed like dark silkagainst the roofof my mouth Rhythm risesto six-eighths timeI spin in drunken tarantellaor swirling cocoaand drownin its holy heat […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Red Velvet (Holiday Love)

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Red Velvet (Holiday Love) By Jimmi Ware I stood across the room at this holiday gathering I sipped champagne and he was staring Interrupting my ability to think He sent an air toast to accompany my drink Decorations for this festive occasion Everyone dressed to the nines, you know? I […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, A Brief Infatuation at the Shoe Store

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags A Brief Infatuation at the Shoe Store By Grace Burns The black knee-high boots with pointy toes and wedge heels lay nestled in a bed of delicate tissue. I am no power dresser, but one whiff, one caress of buttery leather has me convinced that fate has brought us together. […]


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