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The world
By Jessica Ricks see more at https://www.instagram.com/_lifeisaworkofart_
The Court
By John Page The woman ran for her life. She was being chased by four men. She was alone and frightened for her life. She deeply regretted leaving her old life behind and trying to travel to a new land. She realized that she knew nothing of the outside world and shouldn't have been on … Continue reading The Court
Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked. The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun. November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
By Katelyn Thomas He calculates, frets. Santa does not need to fit - No math in magic. This Christmas morning nature tinseled the white pine with layers of ice. Empty cardboard box - gift enough for the kitten. No need for the mouse. They are not ready to pack their wonder … Continue reading Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
Ready for Christmas
By John Page
“The Kneeling Saint”
By John Page The Basilica of St. George the Hammer was the largest church in the city of Mulun. It was set on the Glimmor Hill. It was built in the Grim Nova Nouch style. The twenty story structure was covered in skulls, showing scenes of conflict: Heaven and Hell. Everything was done in a … Continue reading “The Kneeling Saint”
Tommy Haiku 108-110
By Thomas Page Hawthorne glances at A glen, asking whether it A devil’s office. Milton and Hawthorne Seem to agree that sin is Born of a cold head. Are poems that are lost Really gone? Passing zephyr On a sunny day.
Tsuki and What’s Important
By Thomas Page “Tsuki” Bashō, seeing his Final moon setting, writes on His name—banana “What’s Important” Issa, confronted By critic of his whimsy, Shows him the world's joy.
Hiding
By Pat St. Pierre
