Poem – Full Moo (By Joshua Medsker)
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Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
Read moreFull Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
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Read moreFinding a Traveling Partner Two suitcases with wheels, packed with clothes needed for a week, rolled through the driveway, enter my RV class B. Before the key starts the ignition, I make sure to not forget my travelling accessories. In the passenger seat, my bobble head figurine shakes its head in agreement that I have a picture of […]
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Read moreFlying a Sign – By Chrystal Berche Wild eyed woman, her hair a mess Shakes as she goes person to person begging for cigarettes A foot away an old man sleeps, his head pillowed on a graying jacket ‘Will work for food’ printed neatly on a sign tied to his chest What place is this where ‘flying a sign’ is […]
Read moreBeyond the Known – By Matthew Anish Let’s join hands and travel beyond the known to worlds of imagination we can laugh with the people of twilight absorb their energy and feel their glow within us The twilight people are ready for us They are ethereal, fantastic and by getting to know […]
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