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
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When Memory Fails By Trina Gaynon
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 By Cheryl Corey
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,
History By Dana Wildsmith
History Some dirt should stay. Not every tool should be wiped clean; not every day can be resolved like math or music in a major
I love and fear you, mother, as I love and fear myself By Cloe Watson
I love and fear you, mother, as I love and fear myself How do I count what I couldn’t possibly owe? How do I speak
Heart Ajar By Alex R. Encomienda
Heart Ajar I am halted at the stop light and you are there. With glossy sideways teardrop eyes aloft, And hair like a painting by
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