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Fall, My Breath, as the Strings Rise By Alicia Mathew

Fall, My Breath, as the Strings Rise As I steadily adjoin my impending demise, If only Life proffered fair, Fall, my breath, as the strings

FORGOTTEN In some forgotten place the year turns dry, the once green growth turns brown upon the hill. Then oranges whither before my eye And

Fighting Hunger with Water: A Shakespearean Sonnet Whoever has their food, you have your fill And fill our heart, and feel our health with us.

Grandma’s Friend in 1943 My grandma was picky choosing friends following her hunches ’til she chose a German spy. Her choices often went against the

When Memory Fails She said, If tomorrow my world were torn in two, Blacked out, dissolved, I think I would remember. . . “The 5:32,”

PAST PEAK The leaf peepers came in great numbers With reservations booked at B & B’s: Prepared to photograph a landscape glossed With vivid orange,

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