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Sharon Fagan McDermott: The Hat   

That first day I noticed the handsome stranger, I was wearing a skirt and heels, walking delicately down the cracked sidewalks of Shady Avenue. This dressing-up for work was new to me.

November 23, 2025 · 12 Comments

Michael Simms: Ecstasy & Envy

Someone offered me Ecstasy
And I wondered what they had in mind.
Perhaps lying on a beach on the island
Of Antigua, the sun on my skin, a red sail
In the distance soon to arrive?

July 27, 2025 · 63 Comments

James Crews: Berrypicking On the Dexter Trail

I see how the bulldozers that disfigured
this land, and removed the mossy,
old-growth maples, also made room
for black raspberry bushes to fill out 
and fruit, ripeness reaching for my hands.

July 11, 2024 · 8 Comments

James Crews: Thank You for Everything

Walking the roads after a snowstorm,
he put out an arm to stop me
as three deer streamed down the hill

March 10, 2024 · 17 Comments

Tashi Nyima: Gratitude

With gratitude, I remember the people, animals, plants, insects, creatures of the sky and sea, air and water, fire and earth, whose joyful exertion blesses my life each day.

November 23, 2023 · Leave a comment

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: The Prayers

I had not imagined drowning 
was the way to reach the shore.

November 27, 2022 · 19 Comments

Gerald Fleming: This Beauty

—after Uvalde It comes from nowhere, this beauty: attacks. In the dirt-road alley, walking with my four-year-old grandson, a stone wall, formed & fitted well by human hands, and on … Continue reading

June 14, 2022 · 5 Comments

Valerie Bacharach: Gratitude Journal

I was sure that I had failed my mother, unable to keep her in her home, as I had once promised.

December 29, 2020 · 6 Comments

Karen Friedland: Two Poems of Gratitude

There’s something to be said
for loving your life,
exactly as it is—

June 29, 2020 · 1 Comment

Michelle Bitting: Walls

Worst I had to deal with, well, I suppose that time my son was shut in a padded room and shit himself at the special needs school. He was 13 and having one helluva wiring crisis. I got called to come get him after he graffitied his feces across white walls.

June 1, 2020 · 2 Comments

Jose Padua: In the Season of Saints and Angels and Other Misfits

Thank you for the 80s, they were some of the most beautiful days I’ll never remember, thank you for the 90s, which I remember more of even though I was … Continue reading

January 21, 2015 · Leave a comment

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