Treasure Trail By Beth Haist

What does it mean to possess this moment? Is it in the swayback of the trail When you taste the iron of your breath? But keep pushing on- Was it how you pulled my hair tight?! In that Rolling Rising Crescendo of us? The heat of your unexpected hardness acquiescing to me–  Maybe, now Comfortable…

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Remembering, Recalling and Recognizing By Jen Curry

Running up and down, through stairwells of  mind. Slowing one’s step to rebound. Loosening the need to force or find. Choosing to unwind perspectives. Like, Escher’s drawings. Twisting time, for reflection. Under charcoal striped awning. The Shadow’s safety cradles sacred skin, from the burning sun’s rays. While, thoughts bow to the violin. Surrendering to the…

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November 6 2021 by Maria M. Consiglio

She felt very confident yesterday. Completing the list the tasks of that day. She made herself an amazing dinner. Feeling some love growing with in her. She went to bed early before the time change, woke at 4AM, feeling restless she opened the door. The fog outside was so thick, she couldn’t see Her hand…

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ODE TO WORDS By Annsofi 

Thinking of words Listening to words As they flow from a song Into my soul Sharing words Between one place within and another Like a whirlwind of meaning Like a storm of everything Transforming words to emotions And emotions transforming to words I love words To learn them To feel them To taste them To…

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Deux Ex Machina — Simia magna by DK Linda

My machine would be in an arcade— against the wall where the older machines reside. A bit large and clunky- not as flashy as the newer, younger machines- but a few people still approach wanting to have a go. Although sometimes I’m quite loud and colorful… I also have a pretty awesome and enticing chiptune. Every…

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The Love Train BJ Parks

I am a love train My engine is the little engine that could It pulls along my many cars Filled with goodness and kindness from near and far My first car is filled with Love Not the convenient kind but the everlasting, unconditional the kind never judged My next car is filled with Kindness The…

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THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT CALL US By Karen marie christa minns

Angels. Freed demons. Our wants. Our needs. Our hungers. Our burning hearts. Our debts. Our brilliant selves; Our lonesome dreams; Exasperation. The Youngest. The Old. The Sick. The Shining. The Soldiers. The Dancers. The Weak. The Singing. Every holistic retribution. Every spell; every promise  broken; undone; or otherwise. All Magic. All Breathing ; Love Letters…

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