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Winter Benediction By Jeffrey Agnoli Five inches of snow by daybreak just enough to bend low the brush and pitch pine. Now a frozen rain falls into the sodden earth in long needle lines. Still the day is hardly harsh nor the season severe through all climes a warm...

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By Richard Fligor On my own, floating free, An orchestra of one, Parked at the beach before sunrise, moving words around. Work and play, no difference. What’s wrong with me is what’s right.  The plot of the day all mixed...

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Fireplace By Lucas Thors When the frozen shoreline shivers And the oak throws down its leaves I sit in front my fireplace And wait for spring’s soft embrace When electric heaters buzz and whir And scarves are the accessory I sit in...

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Zebra cakes By Nicole Jackson With A zebra named Zain on the front It’s a meatless animal worth the hunt You know those cakes Little Debbie makes Tasting much like a processed dream Moist yellow cake layered with crème White frosting with...

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Six Turkeys By Fan Ogilvie Wild and free, that is we, past our prime, before all daisies. Red sun on our gobbles — neither cork screws, nor screw tops can bottle up the rusty gate hinge squawks of our recent delight. Fan...

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Christine Burke Wrong password Try again Incorrect password Try again Reset password Refer to help page Anxious Shut out What’s going on On the other side Of the veil? Consult the wizard Roger in Mumbai Roger calms Rational Step by step Two more clicks And I’ll re-enter But do I want to? Off the...

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December Holly By Liz Splittgerber One merry waxen Holly Bejeweled with grace One rising morning sun Showing her night-chilled face Two oak leaves shivering Among Lambs Ear & Sassafras Two ripe Cotoneaster berries Asleep in the arms of Vinca &   grass Just a few...

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Alone By Nicole Jackson Thoughts, Dancing, Music, Imagination, make me giddy. My best friend is me. Alone is when, I’m free to just be. Nicole Jackson is a stablehand at White Stone Equestrian and a designer for the MV Times. She often writes about...

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Jól By Lucas Thors Set the Jól log upon the scalding hearth and sing praise to the All-Father for giving his eye so we could see. Take shelter in the great hall for midwinter winds scream across the land and Aegir...

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Her Destruction From Wallace Stevens’ ‘Poetry is a Destructive Force’ Submitted by Fan Ogilvie Just to go the short distance to the fish store or was it the hardware store or the birdseed dog food plant store should she take...

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November Leafing By Ellen Story neighbor's raked piles escape onto the road I scuffle, shuffle kick oak leaves some colored like old honey some stuck together almost crunchy breezes welcome a few from an unloaded maple to dance, ochre filtered sunlight colors my white hair warms me  a slim beam showcases an old...

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Scary Times By Alida O’Loughlin Who will keep us safe? Safe from want, from crime, from war Who will keep us safe? Who will keep us safe: The ones who lie about the facts,= Who use vile words And demonize the Other? Who...

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Is Everything Fodder By Valerie Sonnenthal why dribble and drab why is not the question whose underhand is lower how low can this election go out one window a woman welded steel railing out another window a man pinned and repeatedly...

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Springer By Lucas Thors There’s this special path Never covered in leaf litter Where furry feet constantly compress So many memories Arlo springs Through briars and bright flowers Black curly ears become airborne So many acres to soar. Sometimes we make a game Out of...

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A Poem for the Corner Spot By Nicole Jackson Tried and true Holding the place Close to page two Hard returns All have their turns A special style Giving ample room Submissions are great Even when late Given a skip A designer here in a flip Ready...

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I don’t like pink By Donna Foster I don’t like pink. It’s not my color. Never has been. Particularly light pink. Some people look good in pink. Some people love pink. Pink is the favorite color of one man I...

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Equinox By Ellie Bates the arc of sun crosses the equator day and night are equal length in all parts of the world today’s news tells it differently dark and light are not equal more dark for immigrants seeking asylum herded from border...

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Islanders By Donald Nitchie Anyone who doesn’t want to leave. Orlando, sure, New England Aquarium, school vacations to Sanibel, Mt. Snow and if you can swing it, Aspen or Bora Bora but if you can’t, the Town & Beach Motel in...

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Vineyard Herreshoff Cup By Don McLagan We come to compete for the Cup From Chappy to the trail of Moshup. Menemsha, V-Haven, and E-town Contend in the Pond and the Sound. We duel it out in H12s For a trophy that...

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Climate Change By Vi Larsen A bottle floats helplessly into a mass of hungry plastic bobbing through the endless sea A polar bear stumbles weakly over the frozen tundra and collapses, its final icy breaths shakely exit A...