Small Towns, Big Voices
Jun 19, 2016 by Rishell Graves
Coming in the door after school,
The smell of fresh baked bread
Blew over me like a gentle breeze,
Jun 17, 2016 by Oliver Lewis
The tangled web of naked oaks
Bathed in early morning light,
Cuts jagged faces in a sky
of peaches and cream.
Jun 15, 2016 by Lynette Scribner
I heard you get in around midnight.
The dogs did their due diligence then scrambled back in bed.
I dozily called out and you said, “Goodnight. I love you, mama.”
“I love you too, Tay.”
Jun 14, 2016 by Katy Jablonski
resting in wooden chairs
while vain trees primp in your reflection
Jun 12, 2016 by Guy Tauscher
I stop at your open door,
stare at the empty chair, your clear desk
Punched by the zesty smell,
my mind, stirred and swirled
Jun 10, 2016 by Jeannette Poirot
I watch you over the top of
the investigation report, creating
work, the subtle flicker of concentration you direct
at stacks of paperwork on your desk, shuffling
Prose: 500 words
Poetry: 40 lines
Restrictions include blank lines.
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