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by William Karry Kent She got the Harley and all the cash I got the scooter without the dash She rides high and mighty Around The Dragon’s Tail I ride the dirt roads And Lord its pure hell But I’ve still got my sanity That she wanted to crush And when Susie stops by She …
by Vivian Sheperis You remember what it was like, being four feet tall, looking into the mirror, wanting to see?…Is that me? You squint and lean closer to your five-year-old face: two eyes, two ears, a mouth, a nose. Tilting your head backwards, you peer up the nostrils into those black holes. Two pinky fingers …
by Mary Ellen Johnson My life stretches on its long course as the elongated circles are stretched on a carpet design. Youth A Florida girl digs her unmanicured toes in the dribbling, wet sand on the crowded, living, breathing, undulating coquina-filled world, accompanied by her 5 younger siblings, but in her own world, the world …
by William Karry Kent He comes in from work all dusty and tired another day in the pits and lardy is he wired? He goes to his back porch opens the frig he prays it won’t take him to another Viet Nam ridge he sips on a cold one and settles right down that’s when …
by Mary Ellen Johnson Excitement and reluctance glimmered ahead New job, new city, new friends, new apartment waited For the transformation and independence of the new life. Was I ready, did I know? Nt a clue that Life as I knew would usher in such deep studies and emotion. The new world ahead was a …
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by Vivian Sheperis After that day I never played with dolls again. It happened in my tenth year on the seventh step in the middle of my fantasy, halfway up the attic staircase. A baby doll lay on each of the steps. The staircase hugged the right side of the parlor wall. It was guarded …
by Valerie Millar It was Christmas morning slow and relaxed When my four-legged children Sandy and Max Began playing and sharing, with their toys, while I was throwing up on the floor. It wasn’t long before Sandy got both toys stuck in her mouth While Max sat quietly next to me on the couch. And …
by Mary Ellen Johnson “I can only see 2 inches of height from y kitty vantage point under the living room couch. That foot just to my right looks enticing: Can I grab that heel with my claws, sharpened just a few minutes ago on my scratching post? They don’t call me Audrey from Little …
By Mary Ellen Johnson Salt licks my faceAs I plunge into the sea,Churning waves race to shoreAlive, in wild abandon, ruthless and free. What tales could the ripples tellOf adventures far and near,Places you’ve been?If only my ears could hear. What creatures have been birthedIn your watery embrace,What horrid deeds have you tossedIn abandoned disgrace? …
by Mary Ellen Johnson How can I describe her beauty?It came from within, a life well livedTravel and adventures swelled withinA body that failed her when the spirit dimmedThe keen mind, the determination could not prevailAs the husband, daughter, mother, fathers, colleaguesDespaired in the few days that remained,She said her goodbyes with the strength she …
