Category: Spring 2019
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Mrs. Fothergill’s Tips for Storing New Potatoes, circa 1874 by Michael Cornelius
A clamp is a must (or so Mrs. Fothergill says).Choose level ground with nominal exposure.Dig a small pit (if you have no gardener, you may need to do this yourself)four feet in diameter.Lay down straw, and then—this next bit is essential—fluff it sedulously (or so Mrs. Fothergill insists).Place the new potatoes on top of the…
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Changed by Alexis Chick
I always questioned life, is this really it? We are all born and grow up naive, go to school, some graduate and get a job and others go into debt for more school. Then at some point, we find a steady job we either love or hate, get married maybe have a few kids and…
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My Sunshine by Autumn Treaster
He was becoming a bit of a hoarder. Junk seemed to be pilling up more and more since his wife got sick. Up in the attic, boxes upon boxes of newspaper were scattered about and he didn’t understand why. Out back are car parts for cars that he doesn’t own. All he…
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Summer Love by Elizabeth Theriault
Embraced by the newfound humidity,Feverish gusts lick fine wisps of hair.Infernal flames not soothedBy plump raindrops caressing the surface.A once unadorned earth becomes freckledWith tender tears shed from the skies above.The summer storm bids its final farewell,A seemingly-immortal season gone long alas.
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A Finding of Firsts by Kaitlynn Gordy
A first glanceBlue meeting grayStuck in a tranceAsking you to stay Fingers brushedA name falling from lipsCheeks flushedA heart beat skips Hands slightly fidgetPicking up a napkin and penExchanging ten digitsA promise to meet again This poem is about two people meeting for the first time and hitting it off. They subtly connect with each…
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Echoes In The Rain by Maggie Lutz
A white wooden house stood before her. Her stomach churned with anticipation of what was to come next. Her feet willed her forward on this dreary day. The worn-down soles of her feet were cushioned by the dew and mud beneath them. The skies were gray and the fog hung low. The clouds, a…
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Passage by Michael Bloom Ford
Standing still in the archway betweenthe yellow room andthe gray room: The pasts hits mefrom behind likemalicious gusts of wind from the ocean They’re dead.I realize Breaking free from that briny wind is painfulit finds its way into scars and woundsbut I stand firm The dead can stay where they are.The livingare full of blissful…
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To David: Love, Goliath of Goth by Michael Cornelius
Sapling champion of the Israelites: I am Warrior God of the Philistines, Slayer of the Hazimonians, Annihilator of the Assyrians, Canker in Pharaoh’s Eye. I have crushed nigh ten thousand men in my bare, calloused hands. I am giant; I am king of all I survey. Earth Shaker. Killer of beasts and sea; sovereign of…
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