Walter Safar

Nameless Grave Demonic fires blaze in the eye of the stone palace, and me, I only stand in the dark beneath the sky that reaches its invisible hands out towards scores of nameless graves. For callous politicians, they are but nameless graves upon which no one’s tear fell. They were silently and swiftly buried into…

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Siobhan Hansen

Labor Day Labor day already. We went back to Brookline from Marshfield, where we summered. With the ocean at the bottom of the street, two streets over. We walked barefoot down the asphalt and the pebbled street, and over the rocks above the sandy beach. Our feet toughened, calloused, for walking all summer long unshod….

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Absent Sunshine

by Sharon Siegel   Winter, you are cold   Crisp, frigid air Hands meet pockets Chills sent down my spine Winter, you are cold   Puddles on the sidewalk Ready to freeze over I see palm trees ahead But I feel winter   Gusts of winds Whirling through the air Leaves fluttering Through the heavy…

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