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Poetry for the end of this year

I belong to a wonderful book group that has been meeting for more than 20 years.  One of the things I’ve come to love most about this group is that instead of discussing a...

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The Lock

          The Lock Every evening I brush one damp curl from my baby’s forehead And in its place leave a long, mama kiss My sweet strawberry of a boy is...


Guest Post: To Hearken

By Tessa “Now don’t talk too much,” he preaches from that unreachable pulpit, dark suit and tie. After all, why would I need to say anything? My needs are only so-called– not valid, not...