Posts Tagged ‘ age ’

First Puppet Show by Dianne Klammer

13th August 2011 | 0 Comments

Following a cobblestone path to an unexpected stage, in innocence I would watch moving dolls playact a story for the masses. I stood in a purple corduroy dresses reflecting on my patent leather shoes. It was hot. The hosts hid underneath a camouflage mysterious as the church alter. I barely understood the litany from those [...]


Summer’s Evening Kiss by Alicia Geeslin

13th August 2011 | 0 Comments
Alicia-Gleeslin

hot hazy days that capture mist waves of red glass motion sets before the dawn arise birds with new song heard through mist waves of red glass Copyright © 2011 Alicia Geeslin Alicia Geeslin currently lives in Tennessee. She is a self-styled songsmith, wordsmith, painter, renovator, guitarist, performer, mother, daughter, sister. At age seven, she [...]


where is my poem? by Wynne Y. Henry

13th August 2011 | 0 Comments
Wynne-Y-Henry

waiting for me  in the inner recesses of my mind where no one sees          not even me screaming to come out of obscurity  mystery         hidden identity and tell its own story no longer sworn to secrecy         and bound by metaphors         but revealing the naked truth for all to see where is my poem? embedded in [...]


and i still do by Sarah Stuart

16th August 2011 | 0 Comments
Sarah-Stuart

in a parallel Universe made visible on this one for brief seconds in the timeline of infinity; life is made out of moments, moments, important moments, important seconds in the minutes of the hours, in the hours of the days, in the days of the months of the years of our life. be generous of [...]


A poem by Sarah Stuart

13th August 2011 | 0 Comments
Sarah-Stuart

i love you because i do i do not have a reason or a paper to give to you telling you why i do not know one day i looked at the sky and there you were smiling at me i love you i do not know sometimes i think i do but that is [...]


life of a light beam by Sarah Stuart

16th August 2011 | 0 Comments

my love there were moments, and then dreams and hopes there were drying new settings, worlds of tainted scopes there was time and there was space, happiness and solace there was tan skin and sand, there is a woman and a man my love to you i live, in you, in your body, sweet and [...]


The Perfection of Adults by Elizabeth Dunphey

12th August 2011 | 0 Comments
Elizabeth-Dunphey

Her hair was real black, an unnatural shade that Clairol advertised, with a fringe like Nico. She stood about 5’6, in her bare feet, but she looked taller. And she had swollen hips, but they were appealing. She was my friend. We fought tooth and nail, like Veronica and Betty or Joan Crawford and Bette [...]


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