Poetry: Visit With the Newlyweds

Visit with the New­ly­weds –Rebec­ca McClana­han From Mrs. Hou­di­ni, Poems of Rebec­ca McClana­han She does not know how white her neck, or how naked. He can­not pass her with­out touch­ing. It is sum­mer, their cot­ton clothes soft as gauze. The rel­a­tives have giv­en gifts…

Poetry: One Time My Dad

One Time My Dad –Richard E. McMullen From Not Only Love One time my dad said to me, I don’t see why peo­ple com­plain about how hard they work or how tired they are. Nobody works hard but farm­ers, min­ers, lum­ber­jacks and foundry work­ers. This…

Poetry: The Perfect Day

The Per­fect Day –Alice N. Per­sons From Nev­er Say Nev­er You wake with no aches in the arms of your beloved to the smell of fresh cof­fee you eat a giant break­fast with no thought of carbs there is time to read with a purring cat on…

Poetry: Morning Glories

Morn­ing Glo­ries –Mary Oliv­er From White Pine Blue and dark-blue     rose and deep­est rose         white and pink they are every­where in the dili­gent     corn­field ris­ing and sway­ing         in their reli­able fin­ery in the lit­tle     fling of their bod­ies their         gear and tack­le all…

Poetry: Shakespearean Sonnet

Shake­speare­an Son­net by R.S. Gwynn      With a first line tak­en from the tv list­ings A man is haunt­ed by his father’s ghost. Boy meets girl while feud­ing fam­i­lies fight. A Scot­tish king is mur­dered by his host. Two cou­ples get lost on a…

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