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Riding on the bus some June day riding through some steamy down-and-out metropolis, blocks and blocks of it; dirty streets, blasts of hot air assail us; it's high noon all the time seems to be; we passengers slouch in the seats; shorts and t-shirts, halters and summer dresses, bare arms and legs glisten in the […]
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This sunny day not enough seeming transparent flimsy as a paper kite, it's a pretense, a hoax; the sun's a bright enough joke to poke through its evanescent scenery. Only one child under the bright sun plays alone in the garden;​ beyond the garden gate well lost in the wide world the playground is empty. […]
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HYDROTHERAPY GERALD KAMENS  “Is this the Sea of Tranquility?” he yelled back to me, guffawing; “Hey, Ronald, you know where the actual sea’s located?”  “Not a clue, Jake.” Jake was luxuriating in the large porcelain tub of warm water, its heavy canvas cover snugly fastened – to ensure my patient didn’t leap out prematurely, “Is […]
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She had been an undertaker’s wife for seven years. The mornings, she lay with her life projecting onto the back of her eyelids, between sheets that etched her skin with grains of foreign dirt. She bore witness to his livelihood each day as if she were watching a silent movie. She was used to it. […]
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Who is he? I’m dead sure he didn’t graduate with us. Look. Standing behind him. Lola. How brave of her! I didn’t think she’d make it after our 45th. Who in the world— ninety degrees and wearing black. Look, there’s Irene. Yes, Irene. I wouldn’t recognize her either if I hadn’t heard. Knock on wood […]
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--Black Hand Gorge, Central Ohio You left your clothes on a table rock jutting into the Licking River. At first glance they looked like a man as old skins look like snakes that sloughed them.                  There they lay baggy-mounded, hushed and sightless, wearing your smell, with flecks of dandruff under the collar. They divulged […]
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Long walk on the pier The cool ocean breeze blowing Refreshes my soul
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Time passes so quick Just raindrops on the windshield Slow down and enjoy
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Sunday afternoon Relaxing on a pontoon Worries float away
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Motionless water Rain falling from the Heavens Ripples in the pond A.K. Finch is a writer, teacher, and poet. She lives in Southern California with her husband, daughter, rescue dog, and cat. Her poems have been published by The Raven's Perch, From Whispers to Roars, and The Poetry Pea. She is the author of Fading […]
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