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Rosemary

Rosemary shakes out its sky-blue skirts.

The end of the fast draws near,

season of blessed withdrawal:

the silence guarded by the bare wood

while the light opens its windows… 75 more words

Orthodox Poetry

still write

still in bed

‘cept for hands

they type still

Poetry

Sometimes
The present
Is nothing but
A blank stretch
Of chaos 

Poetry

Your Song

It’s found under the surface of your wrists
Hidden among the ringing of your words
From the kind of heartbeats you give
When my world woke and stirred

– a.h.

Poems

vacant.


do not build homes

for people in

your heart,

all you get is a

neighborhood

full

of empty houses

Cory Clark

Small Stones #7: Healing

How many shadows,
what wealth of light

reveals true patterns
of the healing life?

Riddance

O’ so fair ye was,
    But by twining-secret-lies!
Once adorn before me
    Was but ugliness in disguise!

- John Boome

Poetry