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Childhood Fear by Penny Luker

Cupboard under the stairs
Dark, damp and desolate.
Little child alone;
hears key turn in lock.
Screams ignored.

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A Tale of Two Ditties by Penny Luker

There was a young girl from Belgrave,
Who was incredibly brave.
She went into the fire
To rescue young Maia
It was good that her life, she did save.

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Sunday Brunch: Nostalgic Verses (or Marmalade, Shadows, Silverstein, and Shakespeare)

April is National Poetry Month, at least in the USA, and the eighteenth is the day we’re supposed to acknowledge the poems we carry in our pockets. Most of my clothes don’t even have pockets, and the only poetry I write is not for public consumption, but I’ve loved poetry since I was young enough [...]

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Love is Born Again by Blanche M. Jenkins

A bubbling seed embraced in the breast of a world
Forming roots within the beauty of its surroundings
Patiently awaiting due season, a time to unfold
The art of new being

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The Candle by Cathrine Lødøen

The candle which guided you through the tunnel was never meant to light up your day.

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Coming To This by Pat Phillips West

The idea comes one rainy Sunday
when we take a break from antique hunting,
head to Blue Kangaroo Coffee. You pick up
a wadded piece of paper left on the chair, smooth
it flat. Read the last line out loud, Sally,
it’s time to leave. I’ve not been happy for years.

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Forgiveness by Cathrine Lødøen

Hidden in between
the thoughts of regret
is all the love that
we forgot to give
and all the love
we refused to receive.

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Blind and Powerless by Lisa Zaran

I survived a ten hour work shift knowing
you no longer love me.

Here I am yelling at my phone for not ringing.

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Dress up by Ann Falcone Shalaski

“Let me play in your shoes,”
my daughter asked,

clomping in high heels.
“You look lovely,” I said.

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Dance Down Peace by Sultana Raza

She danced down peace,
plucked a few white stars
with two pink-tipped fingers

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Home by Megan Welch

The scarlet rim of the world
lures me down
to this wind swept shore.
The ocean booms and shushes
hushing my soul.

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Hair by Jolanta Davis

Gorgeously abundant
Enticingly curly and unruly
Gently moving in the soft breeze

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Mother of Gems by Megan Welch

The early afternoon sun splits the clouds
and sets ablaze the sugar pine
bending to her pregnancy

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Birth by Megan Welch

Tossed by the sea
on some foreign shore,
naked, I stand
and wondering at the forest
of brilliant flowers,
drunk with their perfume,
senses lost in a haze
of too much.

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Welcome to “Magic”

I have to be honest:  I’m a very logical person – an ENTJ in the Meyers-Briggs world.      As I’ve grown older, though, my mind has begun to wrap around the understanding that some things of the world aren’t 100% explainable. I could never say that faith or love can be worked out to a scientific [...]

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Divination by Shooting Star by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

In the small hours of the night
she dragged a lawn chair into the open,
settled herself,
cast her eyes
at the sky.

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Creation Story by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

At the beginning
a great whirlwind
swept the land.

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Going by Cassandra Woody

Mothers will say “I gave life to that child”
I will say “that child gave life to me”

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