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Solve and Resolve

Solve and Resolve

December 2, 2017

Resolution is showering me in joyful tears from the clouds, running down my spine and washing away painted hues of sickly...

Conscious

Conscious

November 5, 2017

The new baby grasps for the honey suckle breast of his mother, swatting through heavy, blanketing air. All the baby knows...

Passenger Seat

Passenger Seat

October 29, 2017

"Give me the map," she said, Her outstretched hand unsteady As the road's demanding happenstance. "I can't steer if I...

Night on the Beach

Night on the Beach

October 13, 2017

little sprites of the sea adorn my face; traveling on the currents of the singing winds, winds which carry briny delights...

benevolent silence of the mind

benevolent silence of the mind

October 6, 2017

  my vision is red and swollen; I've lied awake, wide awake, with you in my conscious gaze.   I wander through...

Rain in France

Jane Scheiber, Contributor

September 21, 2017

Filed under Creative Writing

Yellow light falls as if from heaven upon tumbling roads, invisible footprints, and unknown paths.   Fountain silent, air still, but always alive. Rain falling from the dark expanse; a series of illuminated, romantic cries.   Smearing the delicate ivy and picturesque alley.   The cat will come ag...

Turbulent Seas

Turbulent Seas

May 28, 2017

  I am unresolved, knotted chaos, turbulent seas, stomping thunder, a restless movement.   You are...

Renewal

Renewal

April 25, 2017

Oh, bless the lord, for the April rains have come.   Thaw the earth; soften its hardened edges. Join the...

An Ode to Our Teachers

An Ode to Our Teachers

February 8, 2017

Students come and go in high school—that is the way things are. A school population is completely different every four years,...

Slowly

Slowly

January 18, 2017

The sky above was as though the fiery, breathing end of a cigarette had been unraveled and wrapped around the atmosphere as...

The Hypocrite

The Hypocrite

December 22, 2016

Stupid poetry Phony, measured sentiments Crinkle, crumple, swish.

The Little Things

The Little Things

December 21, 2016

Little flame. The cliché mask of hope. Don't you know You're clinging to the wick For dear life? The tides sweep...

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