Poetry: Three Short Poems

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Birds to People Why all the noise, tall things, blinding Smokes? Turn it all off. So we will sing and sing songs like never Before. Constance Lombardo, 2017 Grateful Respiration Breathe the forest air Exchange molecules gladly Give thanks in …

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Poetry: Kayaking Lesson on Lake Superior

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| By Janis Gingermountain | We go along parallel, Julie and I, like two yellow ducks bobbing on the holy swells of the Mother’s bosom, lightness of being attained at last. Now I can die happy. ‘Round and ‘round the …

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Poetry: Night

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| By Jennie Boyd Bell | Owl hoots in the forest. Wind roars through the trees, surges over the mountains,             recedes to a whisper,       surges again. I lie cocooned in my tent;       the wind breathes me. Jennie Boyd Bull recently …

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Poetry: Crest Trail

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| By Jennie Boyd Bell | I hike along the summits of the tallest mountains in the East—       historic Mitchell, Craig, Big Tom, Balsam Cone, Cattail Peak, Potato Hill, Then steeply down to Deep Gap; leave Winterstar, Gibbs and Celo …

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Poetry: Scarecrow

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| By Julia N. Duncan | When I look out of my upstairs window, I am startled, thinking a man stands in the backyard behind the grapevines. But then I see he is only you, Scarecrow, keeping watch over the …

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Poetry: Church on the Hill

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| By Nellie Mooney | This little wooden church built on a hill it was a man’s dream, but it was God’s will. it came about many years ago The slaves had a dream But no place to go. They …

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Poetry: Empty

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| By Julia Nunnally Duncan | The upstairs corner where my daughter sat in her rocking chair, reading or doing her homework, is bare since she is not there.

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Poetry: Skeletons and Boundaries

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| By Amber Norris | My closet doors serve an important function. Behind them, each item of clothing represents a part of my life.

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Poetry: “Garlic Moons”

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| By Teegan C | Summer begins with lettuce seeds strewn:          hopeful       bent around a belly. ~ Later, when the persimmon tree has grown heavy,    has dropped her hot coals to smolder; When the stones have been spit, stepped on …

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Poetry: “Abundance”

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| By Martha O. Adams | This unique dawn breaks into tangerine peels scattered on night’s indigo platter;

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Poetry: “Lexington Ave. 8/30/16”

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| By Mary Stewart | Belching buses, engines gasping surfing rhythms of combustion Fire engines crashing cymbals

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Poetry: “Giving Thanks”

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| By Martha O. Adams | What is given in a ten second pause before the launch of fork and knife

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My Love Affair With Greek Food

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| By Janis Gingermountain | My life has been filled to the brim with food-related experiences from visits around the globe. Three of these are tastes of Greek life, culture, and most of all, food.

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Poetry: The Great Kisser

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| By Janis Gingermountain | Forgotten at Forgotten Animal Shelter I had a way to make you not forget. Six-foot standing high jumps are my gig. I like it up there in thin air.

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