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Dinner Belles
— Harry Lafnear In flight from the heather, Her daughters come, Trains bright yellow Over the shadowed green, Scattering waves Of white and colored wing In answer to a mother’s call. The soft games...
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In the Ghost Town, Where My Mother Was Born
— Lesa Medley In the ghost town, where my mother was born I see the slatted floorboards of the porch of the hotel—I see the old porch swings The hotel has been newly remodeled It is now a cozy Bed and...
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Mother
— David Eisbach You spoke of cows in spring, When they were let out of the barn. They jumped and ran and bellowed Reveling in nature’s arms. Was that the way you started out With two kids and a...
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2nd Birth
— Tiffany Oallesma Galicia She’s beautiful BOOM BOOM BOOM Something’s wrong; my head’s splitting open And the thunder in my ears Is a concrete sledgehammer trying to break out The fearful calm in the...
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Flicker
— Tiffany Oallesma Galicia the tabby doesn’t belong to him she lives in one of the white stucco houses down the street but she purrs as she circles him she’s affectionate and familiar even though he...
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