The Rosary of Objects by John B. Mulligan
The snail slicking the leaf can feel the gust
that shakes mountains as a tremble. The fathering wind
defines the skin between object and object,
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Recollect by Marisa Gates
Two lonely souls,
Intertwined, are
Wrapped in sighs and
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The New Orleans Room by Trisha Hanudel
that sly smile crept across his face
eyes fierce, watching
"Never see a smile like that again"
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The Tragedy of a Rose by J. Kevin Wolfe
A death of indignity
set in the ominous scene
of fall
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The Little White Bird by Anne-Marie Kennedy
In the open meadow I cry
Your eyes too dark to ever see mine
You hair too blond to melt in the snow
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Winter's Night by Maryann Hazen
Let the eyes of winter watch down
beneath a thousand moments of time.
Lay still the evenings symphony
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Ophelia of the Pond by Taylor Graham
You'd say she might be dreaming,
watching lilypads and clouds
while the pond was draining, so
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Ariesa by Ryan Muff
carve aspects kissed
(onyx eyes) (papaver mouth) (brine cheekbone)
(shaded earlobe)
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Nude Model by David Sutherland
"It is my art," he whispers, "stand still."
And his inflection with brush on canvas
Widens the curve of a stroke.
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Patience by Maryann Hazen
And so - with clear, new voices we come.
Ascending full of wonder,
clasping hands to walk as one.
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In Your Eyes by Marisa Gates
Beauty and despair are mingled with nothingness.
Your eyes are innocent,
Floating with the glimmer of love while you drown
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Pieta by Stephen Pain
were i in the arms of mary,
were i the son of joseph, were i only
a man, were i to do no miracles,
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Dusk, My Love by J. Kevin Wolfe
There is noth
ing quite as ro
mantic as the warm bo
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Alone by Lloyd Michael Lohr
Shivering under the light of a pale moon,
slaying another part of our identity in cold despair,
screaming in the shimmering, cold light of dawn,
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Burning Lament by Trisha Hanudel
A voice strangely empty
Something has been lost
A heart strangely numb
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Burning Within Your Soul by Rachel Teoh
the moon wanes in its dark presence
i sense the night, unyielding to my touch
and through the silhouette of silken trees
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