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Writer’s Choice

The Barn

I mulled over what I could have done differently. A crack in one of the hazy panes caught my eye. A fissure.

Death and the Symphony

I remembered you on stage in Montreal with your guitar. How could you have picked up that gun?

Penny Ferguson

On the North Shore

“The sensual wetness of the sand beneath my feet is balm to my seared soul. The siren song of waves beckons.”

Abiola Regan

Abiola Regan Poetry Collection

My blue ocean sadness. Kept from you, hidden from view. So I keep docking at the same port of hurt.

Julia Florek Turcan

Medicine Child

The warmth of your small body seeps through cracked exterior penetrates deep into this caked clay.

Half Life

My bullet has been eroding into my spinal cord for the last ten years, the sandbar under my feet slipping away..

Rebecca Wickens

Agape

Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.

On My Doorstep

When I unfold the paper there’s what appears to be a bunch of feathers. As I reach for them I discover it’s a bird’s wing.