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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Ballad of Anna Leigh

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Ballad of Anna Leigh By Ray Sharp I drove the wagon into town A hot and dusty ride Then whoa’d the horses and jumped down I’d come to meet my bride She stepped off of the westbound train Dressed in her finery Unto this godforsaken plain The widow Anna […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Fullness of Aging: Autumn’s Showy Bounty

12.11.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Fullness of Aging: Autumn’s Showy Bounty By KJ Hannah Greenberg Bottle gourd or butternut breasts, Watermelon abdomens, Hair like leeks gone wild, As well as vines of veins plus capillaries, Designated to pulse, surface, burst, Beyond the staid domains of “maid” or “madame,” Evidence crones’ shiny new growth, Elders’ […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Mating Dance

12.10.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Mating Dance By Christopher Roe Pheasant’s ringed neck and feathered finery. Peacock’s splendid robe of a hundred eyes. Stag’s antlered rack of many points. Frog’s throaty pouch of sultry croaks. Macaw’s outrageously strident colors. Firefly’s desperate midnight semaphore. And frantic mayfly’s brief moment in the sun. All male poses, […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Dark Matter

12.09.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10 by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Dark Matter By PD Lyons Her life like rose blossoms on sheets of linen Her skin stretched like ivory linen on a line Her breath like Summer folds against double bed linens Her hands like linen freshly dyed beckon to where, despite meticulous planning, still warm I found her PD […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Window Shopping

12.08.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Window Shopping By Dean Olson Some of us give the window little more than a sideways glance that lingers. A hurried upward lift of the eyes that hesitates as if startled seeing bright colored birds. Others stop. Stand for a while. Look, try to sort it out,  our eyes turning […]


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