CONTENTS
Faith Vicinanza
Reconciliation
And so it begins and ends with believing.
After miles of bramble, thicket that tears
at pant leg and cheek, I stand at the rocky
precipice, look out to the widening
blue. I know well what is behind me
but will not turn to what has been
as voyeur of the hurts, the disappointments
Elizabeth Thomas Today My Son Turned 30
for Kevin
I awoke dreaming
of the moment his dark and lopsided head
crowned between my legs.
Barbara Benedict House of Dreams
Is there a store for dreams – like bicycles
or shoes?
Do they ever run out, or not have your size?
Iris Litt I Pray to the God Recycle
I make these offerings to the god "Recycle" in a sky-blue plastic bag: kleenex boxes, vodka bottles, foil
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Denise Kolanovic Mid Fall
When
the trees part
and the spaces of language
sprawl themselves
like wind between branches
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more.
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