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Mark the Date

08.18.12 Posted in today's words by

R Martin Basden’s most recent poem to appear here was Durable Good (June 2012). Mark the DateBy R Martin Basden Remember the swell of mystery,the Oh My God wonder of childbirth concluded,most to be celebrated in annual ribbon ritualunless,the first few are the lastbreaths. Remember the sweep of anguish,the Oh My God wonder of what and why,of […]


Welcome to the Page

08.17.12 Posted in today's words by

Clarice Backus is a wife-mommy-poet-musician. As a chagrined but thankful transplant from the west to the east coast, she searches for mountains in the clouds. Her poetry is inspired by all of nature’s beauty, daily life with little ones, and walking the narrow road of faith. Visit her blog. Welcome to the PageBy Clarice Backus You […]


Dreamlike

08.16.12 Posted in today's words by

W Keith Moore was raised in Mississippi in a family of storytellers. He started writing when he was 14, wrote and recorded his first song in Meridian MI. He read Faulkner at Mississippi State and was inspired to try his hand at poetry. He admires the work of Yeats, Rilke, Dylan Thomas, and Jim Harrison. […]


For Minnie (1909-2009)

08.16.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Kevin Ridgeway’s most recent poem to appear here was Guest Room (April 2012). For Minnie (1909-2009)By Kevin Ridgeway Where will you gowith your wrinkledwisdom,your century old spark,your down on yourhands and kneescleaning the floorand the soulsbravado,your geniusat holding eachchild andknowingwhat lurks behindthoseeyesspinningstories Where will you gowhen you’ve beaten it outof every enemy,hugged everyloved onebreathlessand told themevery last thingyou mean Where will you gowhen you dieare […]


Afternoon Lullaby

08.15.12 Posted in today's words by

Jolene Paternoster’s most recent poem to appear here was Point Pleasant Beach in January (July 2012). Afternoon LullabyBy Jolene Paternoster My child sits on a pink knit blanketon my mother’s full-sized bedopening and closing her fists and mouthto the rhythm of her need for me–the rhythm of a song I do not know.But I move to it […]


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