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in Poetry
on March 3, 2015

Under A Quarter

I waited until the gage was under a quarter tank before I stopped to fill up – dust partially covering the “E” – and I watched the numbers rise until full. Stale coffee and past- sale date …

in Poetry
on January 23, 2015

The Green Bus

The familiar green bus hissed and puffed its way over to the stop where I had been waiting for the last half hour in the warm morning rain. My clothes, conform to my …

in Poetry
on November 29, 2014

The Apprentice Photographer Recounts This Story

Combines and tractors kick up chaff, dust, headlights ragged streaks across half shorn fields. The twilight smells of sweet grain, dry air. A two lane highway curves through small farm towns …

in Poetry
on November 29, 2014

Karen’s Song

Under the vast oak she croons to three other crones clustered in shade whose edge creeps close each time they settle in their lawn chairs. From this chosen remove they treasure end-of-summer …

in Poetry
on November 29, 2014

Maine In Winter

The water in the Gulf of Maine is deep blue cold coming in One lighthouse blinks at another from across the sound Small white needles of fishing boats split the surface leaving a …