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Who Are You
Jack Marcus I am a small poem on a page with room for another. Share with me this white field, wide as an acre of snow, clear but for these tiny markings like the steps of birds. Come now. This is the trough of the wave, the seconds after lightning. Thin slice of silence as… Read more
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Fifth Grade Autobiography
Rita Dove I was four in this photograph fishing with my grandparents at a lake in Michigan. My brother squats in poison ivy. His Davy Crockett cap sits squared on his head so the raccoon tail flounces down the back of his sailor suit. My grandfather sits to the far right in a folding chair,… Read more
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Mother to Son
Langston Hughes Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no… Read more
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The Lights
Lydia Libby Side by side, silent are the waves. Pools of pale yellow and white outline their silhouettes. There is a soft impending whisper coming from the wind. Two shadows in the thick of the stillness. A glow dances in small circles against the black. A beacon in the distance lighting a path. It is… Read more
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Monday Blues
Jessica Spoto Freezing, cold, drowning in sorrow Numb the pain, it goes away Take the leap of faith tomorrow It’s just another day Growing, progress in a way Letting go just to stay Holding on to something unclear For what you have, is nothing dear You breathe a sigh of non-relief For you are taken,… Read more
