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Jackson Pollock By Paul Dawson Pollack’s beautiful messes have their own covert meaning sécreted in the raw materials of his soul. Peace is yet to be drawn from the chaos of experience and impressions, vulnerable and personal: Each painting a testimony, each painting a sacrifice of...

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Illumination Night: Oak Bluffs By Dionis Coffin Riggs (from “The Collected Poems of Dionis Coffin Riggs”) Just once each year I can recapture something Of childhood’s summer-scented magic When, on Illumination Night, The band plays in the park. And one by one,...

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Greetings By Dick Fligor to all, I nod my head from time to time. Eye contact kept with all comers. Coffee house culture gone… internet shy… I’ll keep writing to myself till my last goodby. So what to do, where to go now? Buried...

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Opening the House By Warren Woessner We drag our bags to the side door and hunt for things that don’t work— big things like the heat and hot water and little things like burned out bulbs. I am putting up...

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When I almost left By Valerie Sonnenthal I arrived home taking it in every manicured moment a secret garden just a rock off the mainland drive down Middle Road in the green sweet green of summer relish every honeysuckle whiff in the lap...

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The Flying Horses Carousel (For "Children Young at Heart”) By Robert Ferriman The Flying Horses Carousel still today is found In Oak Bluffs Massachusetts going round and round, Children of all ages once having sat astride A painted faithful steed theirs alone to ride, An...

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Forgetting to Remember By Peter Ledermann Speak not casually ever As there is no drop of rain that is insignificant Nor any look that we give to one another Impermanent Look to the passage of every moment as precious as The splitting of...

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A Walk In The Park By Michael Oliveira So was gonna start with my morning walk and the sapphire blue pond echoing the sky a dart of yellow finch elide to a smoldering Ukrainian flag on an urban street to the...

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An Afternoon in May By Christine Burke I have ice cream in the car but I can’t resist the urge to visit Owen Park on this last day in May with white sailboats perched on the so very blue water and matching seagulls (white not blue) flirt with the...

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Shady Lane By Lucas Thors Pinch my 29ers and take a guess Just a couple more pumps for posterity Arlo hears the gears and comes running Then we ride Past the lichen-covered climbing tree Where hot shot hide and seek Ended in...

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Clear Skies By Valerie Sonnenthal I could die of a headline but it's sixty-four delicious degrees out April spreads her sun kissed joy all is forgotten what's forgotten is forgiven daffodil shrill yellow awakening breathe in air unmasked in sunshine and...

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O' to be Bear By Jonathan Burke O' to be Bear live in land where rivers begin mountains fill sky thundering land of song nature's might land of Bear. O' to be Bear so joyful summer grass lush thick green snowy air plump scents wonderful mouthfuls sweet blueberry. O' to be...

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Saltmarsh By Don McLagan The crash and suck of waves, the sweep of dunes are elsewhere. Here is the quiet library of the shore. A spindle-legged egret stares as with spectacles through the surface of a salt pool. From its balcony, an...

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For the children By Amarylis Douglas “When will our blood be red enough?” When will our tears, that reflect in the journalists’ eyes, be holy enough? Our mothers and grandmothers strong enough? When will it happen? Will our children’s bedrooms...

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By Camden Fullin I hear you everywhere I go. I hear the sounds of pretty birds in the wild. And the sounds of butterflies going to buttercups. The sounds of bees and the sounds of people. And the sounds...

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Tread softly on sacred ground By Nancy Langman Tread Softly on sacred ground Tread softly on this war-torn land Many lay beneath your feet All the things they loved are gone So many died in retreat Tread softly as your tears...

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Light Workers By Jeffrey Agnoli In raw wet weather a shingler works in just an old sweatshirt. Above the big new house stoic oaks raise bare arms to reveal a slate sky. A world away the ancient pain of Ukraine rises and the old...

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Haiku for Trans Chick: Beware King George, the rooster By Cynthia Riggs An SBS chick, Marjorie’s now a rooster. We thought s/he was trans. A book’s in the works For small children now to learn That sex is fluid. A moral treatise With...

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As You Were By Fan Ogilvie It seemed we were over war When we were born. We went quickly from armistice To Bozo The Clown under the sea. But our brothers dressed in Army And Navy caps to train for the...

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February By Donald Nitchie  Don’t be glum. Odds are you’ll survive the winter, and probably several more. Why not get your hopes up for warm breezes off water and falling asleep in the shade. Hang in there, even as memory stalls...