Dancing Daughter of Daughters by Maryhelen Snyder

This morning we stand at the seawall, my dancing daughter and I. As I circle her with my arm and lean my head against her, I know gravity in my...

Two Poems by Alexander Olesker

Cape Cod Peace rumbles in the distance like thunder then flashes in your window like lightening to hang heavy in the air like the damp so the boards of your old...

Seeing by Holly Mason

I. “Koi,” in Japanese, is homophonic for the word “love.”   Koi fish can recognize the person that feeds them.   Circling your mother’s pond, they open their wide mouths to vanish the pellets. II. Klimt’s ladies in...

One Step Down by John Huey

Toward the New Year, that late December, we parked the car near the old Sealtest Plant just off Pennsylvania a block down from Washington Circle where, since 1860, the General has...

Statue in the Shallows by Rebecca Leet

Odd. Just plain odd. No other word for it. It’s hard to see, against the backdrop of beech and brush at the edge of the river. Fisherfolk stare across the...

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