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Standing on the Porch

03.16.12 Posted in today's words by

Summer Qabazard’s poem Another Coffeehouse Night appeared here in February 2012. Standing on the PorchBy Summer Qabazard Stars above St. Louisspellbind so hard they swirlwhen you stare long enoughin winter, they healwith tears of ice and pearl. They are the stairsof the Milky Waysending up dulcet tides of rainthrough the choking black layerwe have created. When it […]


Is This the Last Stop

03.15.12 Posted in today's words by

Denny E Marshall’s poem The Kitchen Table appeared here in February 2012. Is This the Last StopBy Denny E Marshall Not the JuneOr the spoonOf a teenage loveI am much older nowYour spaceInvades meIn the marginsAlong the foldsYou changed moreThan a few wordsIn my brief lightA showerThoughts you erasedLike ribbonsGenerals diedNow there isA specificLove you so muchI […]


Searching for You

03.15.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Born in Windsor Ontario in 1960, Greg grew up in 4 small towns throughout Ontario before moving to London in 1970. An electronics technician graduate of Fanshawe Colllege in 1982, Greg began writing extensively and has continued ever since. He is most passionate about poetry. His other interests include music, astronomy, philosophy, photography, foreign languages, […]


Caught as I Lay Dying

03.14.12 Posted in today's words by

Charlene James-Duguid’s most recent poem to appear here was Star Crosser (February 2012).Caught as I Lay DyingBy Charlene James-Duguid Admit it.Probably a grandmother said it to you,Or a cousin that you called auntBecause she hadn’t married and wasAs old as your mother. “Absolutely never go out of the houseWith a safety pin holding up your slip.” Admit […]


a little, plain boy

03.13.12 Posted in today's words by

Corey Anne Hemmerich’s poem The Unmade Bed appeared here in May 2011.a little, plain boyBy Corey Anne Hemmerich a little, plain boywho wandered grass barefootwho never knew I was there in his small-full worldhe grabbed hold of leavesand ripped long blades of weeds,sang high hollers o’er flower-minding meadowsand flung-sung deep furrows in coils up high on the […]


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