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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 11 months, 1 week ago
In a Chapel Near the Loire by Elisabeth Murawski The pulpit floats high above the chairs. She cranes her neck to see, twists a little clockwise to hear. The priest’s suspended t […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Not Every Deed by Tom Gengler Not every deed in the annals of my family was given an account. It could not be. But the gospel writers and eyewitnesses each translated […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year ago
The Old Man by Richard Weaver In the darkening slush of afternoon traffic, he unfolds a chair beneath a lone sycamore then urges his body into its crooked shape. Always at this […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year ago
Sweet Dreams by Harsh Ramchandani Colors behind your eyes A slow pastel dusting Forming speckled images Of a distant ocean roar Your pillow listens in To the lawless deep […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year ago
Spring! by Sharon Ackerman Ireland’s goddess Brigid, patroness of practicalities such as farming, infants, and dairy labors, is associated with Spring and also poetry. And w […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year ago
Raking Leaves by Beth Copeland Beth Copeland has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2022 Poetry Contest Raking Leaves Dry oak leaves are riddled with BB-sized […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 1 month ago
Rain in Dublin by Gary Beaumier Gary Beaumier has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2022 Poetry Contest Rain in Dublin I want to know what happened to the 90 year old […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 1 month ago
Progress Report 50 Years after Reading Black Elk by William Prindle William Prindle has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2022 Poetry Contest Progress Report 50 Years after Reading Black Elk Last night […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 3 months ago
When the Waters Rise or Storm Descends and Chicken, 2 poems by Michael Quattrone When the Waters Rise or Storm Descends Each family will have gathered what is durable and light. How far will the little ones walk before they […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 3 months ago
When I was very young, I memorized the poem “Fern Hill” by Dylan Thomas, unaware that I had been drawn into poetry of place. Short-sighted, I read it as a poem about the loss of innocence which mirrored some […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 3 months ago
Sure to Glisten by Ashley Taylor The vermillion sun salts our mouths, warmth brimming with the sapor of brine. I write on my arm the torrid air a salve for wounds pleasure […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 4 months ago
Mollypops, we called them, stomping
with our small shoes,
heaving them like baseballs,
bursting them green
against the barn wall.
We were children, seeking
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 4 months ago
Is it the nature of desire or
the desire of nature to reveal
how little we have evolved.Is it the few words of a person or
a person of few words who
commands our attention.Is it the history of violence […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 5 months ago
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 5 months ago
What an impressive turnout this year! We received such a broad spectrum of poetry this go-round, such an interesting blend of sestinas, free verse, couplets and some that made skilled use of rhyme. As always, I am […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 5 months ago
Wall paintings
are for looking at.
Mirrors are not. Mirrors
are puzzles for finding
your way in or out.
Once, I found on my way
a geode thinking itself
an unfertilized egg
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 5 months ago
Ocean wind pushes the four of us
with such force that we lean onto each other
perched side-by-side on a pile of rocks –
daughter, mother, daughter and the father
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 6 months ago
Heather Street by Jasper Glen I’m standing here on Heather Street Beside empty buildings that used to be the RCMP’s. A lot now owned by the government, leased To the film ind […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 6 months ago
Mountains Fall Away
When there is nothing left to say
I will stare out to limestone cliffs
risen from salt, the hawk’s sway
born of an old sea’s shimmy and driftof continents. I’ll know my grand […]
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Sharon Ackerman wrote a new post 1 year, 6 months ago
A soldier brings his torn field jacket
to her
“So much blown to pieces,” he says.
She carries the heavy scent of tobacco
and you can almost see the charred buildings in her eyes like gra […] - Load More