How will you begin? by Barbara Rockman
Nov15

How will you begin? by Barbara Rockman

  “How will you begin?” by Barbara Rockman     ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here     Barbara Rockman Artist Statement: Barbara Rockman teaches poetry at Santa Fe Community College and in private workshops in Santa Fe, New Mexico. She is workshop director for Wingspan Poetry Project offering classes for women who are victims of domestic violence. Her poems...

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Woman of Myriad Seeds by Margaret Stetler
Nov15

Woman of Myriad Seeds by Margaret Stetler

  “Woman of Myriad Seeds” by Margaret Stetler   She has seeds she has given away                  that are worth nothing.  She says they are wild and rare. She has seeds and doesn’t know                  what flower they came from.  She says they are...

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Adie by Jay Merill
Nov15

Adie by Jay Merill

  “Adie” by Jay Merill   I was staring at this peach on the fruit stall but not because I wanted to eat it.  Well, maybe I did a little bit but I never had any money on me at the time. I felt in my pockets and as usual, they were empty.  You know something, I’ve never eaten a peach before in my life.  How sad is that?  Makes me feel like a fool.        But I should be saying who I am. My name’s Adie and I live,...

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The Potential of Yellow Roses by Susan J. Erickson
Nov15

The Potential of Yellow Roses by Susan J. Erickson

  “The Potential of Yellow Roses” by Susan J. Erickson   I spent my formative years leading fish to water.                  I heard my mother thinking, You are not living    up to your potential.  Then I was struck by static electricity...

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Selkie by Sandra Cross
Nov15

Selkie by Sandra Cross

  “Selkie” by Sandra Cross   To earn my way to the beach I have to make it through the back yard past nodding buds of sour-grass their white corms underground waiting to be next spring’s weeds. Past the choking pepper tree its bark sliced by narrow wire golden sap marking a slow trail down its trunk, past the Azalea. smothered by sweet woodruff. Past a gopher proof hole waiting to be dug for the lavender...

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