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Poetry by Deborah H. Doolittle These days the zinnias in the gardenawake at dawn and await the sunto open up… Read more: Charles Reznikoff Appraises the Zinnia

Poetry by Nancy Kay Peterson In thick morning fog,tall, dark-eyed cyclopswith butter-colored facesface eastward, patient,sensing the unseen sun,trusting in its… Read more: Lessons from Sunflowers

Nonfiction by Kandi Maxwell “I want to fly,” my four-year-old granddaughter, Marie, says. “Me too,” I say. We’re watching a… Read more: Marie’s Wings

Poetry by Richard Levine One morning alone, light cameand I understood everythingin the world belonged to itself. The sky surrounded… Read more: Pulse

Nonfiction by Margaret Morth The print date on the black-and-white’s border says “Aug 60,” and that might well be spot… Read more: Early Harvest

Poetry by Susan Zwingli I can’t afford to missthe autumn leaves this year;my hands, so busy with mend and tear,eyes… Read more: Autumn

Poetry by Michelle Hasty The line of us waits silently for the audiologistLeaf green chairs face closed white doorsWe seem… Read more: Overheard, an offering

Poetry by Brian C. Billings He always went off half-cocked— left every party halfway throughbecause he only half knew anybody,… Read more: A Half-Decent Guy

Poetry by Judith Yarrow for my sister Sometimes, looking in a mirror,I turn my head just so andI’m brushing my… Read more: In a Mirror Clearly Now

Poetry by Anne Makeever Winter blows in late, its inevitability until now unsure. What reliefto watch a pristine obliteration of… Read more: May We Still Sing?

Poetry by Theresa Wyatt Who would not tremble here at the sightof bat wings shrouding window eyeswhere alien spirits traipse… Read more: A Walk Through Burchfield’s “Haunted Twilight”