When the dream awakens & the sleeping coma
is no longer present, the self finds an awakening –
its love revelation
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…But for the Grace of God
He’d played on your baseball team one year,
showed promise you never did.
You said you’d lost touch with him
until he turned up
in your English class that fall—
a different boy—withdrawn, thin,
and silent in a room where no one else was
quiet.
Decades Later, You Misremember Wildflowers
Maybe it happened like you thought
or maybe you just gathered memories
like a bouquet of shards: glass, plastic,
stone—strewn and demolition-dusted.
A Child’s Grief
We entered Yellowstone, and you gaped
at charred tree trunks,
where acre after acre of still-scarred land
had burned six years before.
Winter Solstice
by Cortney Davis –December 21, 2020 Tonight the air had the scent of earth, of dust,like old books in a sunlit library rarely used. We drove out to an overlook…
Silent Chorus
by Jody Collins Dust echoes with his not-voice,the fingered sentence setting her free.Onlookers speechless, he bendsagain to slice truth in the dirt.His body unfolds, meets her gaze,crowd vainly listens behind…
Hidden Life in Nazareth, by Ivonka Demchuk
by Jenna K. Funkhouser An east wind, she might have thought as she splayed the wooden beams and divided their garments Brushed aside the hammer and…
To Arrive Where I Started
by Bethany Getz When my twin brother Nathan and I were eight, he asked my parents if he could play recreational soccer. After the first practice, he asked where were…
Implicit Bias in the Wilds of Allen County
by Jeff Gundy Only a few of us ever need to whistle Vivaldi to reassurethe nervous suburbanites. Some of us answer “tired old prof” when asked our true identity, or…