Pennypack Park Our promise to keep, we make by he old creek As the waters dance on toward tomorrow We kiss on the bank,
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Rotary Phone By Amanda Tumminaro
Rotary Phone The seasickness motion is like that of carnival teacups. With each slither of a number, I am closer to accomplishment. Each hole is
The Tunnel By Christina Suriano
The Tunnel We met under the veil of night Her skin was like alabaster Clean, pure, and white. All she once owned was stolen
Beside the Stream By Emily Strauss
Beside the Stream grasses grow beside the stream with long stems that lean down, touching the surface— the current makes the tips dance, the
Life in the Mesopelagic Twilight Zone By Carol H. Jewell
Life in the Mesopelagic Twilight Zone The telescopefish have come to the surface again, not wanting to believe their tubular eyes. The world above
She Pads Across The Reading Room By Michael S. Walker
She pads across the reading room And I cannot read a word The gist here, I know she will be going soon She pads
Grand Little Things 