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My Husband Is Out of Town  by NANCY DEVINE

5 March 2007
Vol. 7, No. 1

treasure our mouths
not just for gold under our tongues
but for silly raptures they accidentally exclaim…

Heart, we will forget him,  by EMILY DICKINSON

15 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

Heart, we will forget him,
   You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
   I will forget the light.

I've got an arrow here;  by EMILY DICKINSON

14 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

I've got an arrow here;
      Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.

I Am Not Yours  by SARA TEASDALE

13 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love…

A Valentine to My Wife  by EUGENE FIELD

12 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"

To My Dear and Loving Husband  by ANNE BRADSTREET

11 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

Only If  by DELANA DAMERON

8 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
ekphrastic

if the salt-cured ham glazed
with honey is no longer

my sweet sweat on your
tongue and your fingertips

forget journeys along my
forever hips

After a Day of Silence  by MIMI MCDONALD

5 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

You are
there, behind that full

moon, in another state
in another hour. If I were
to tell you that my need…

Garden  by PAUL GUEST

5 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

The language of the daisy isn't dead
but one hundred seeds in a pack
are dormant in their dry dark, some
dirt and water all you'll need…

Broken Sonnet to the Building Super  by ASH BOWEN

2 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
sonnet, light verse, rhyme

Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,
eager to put your key in my Julie.
Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —
I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love  by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

14 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
classic, rhyme

Come live with me and be my Love…

Forget-Me-Nots  by CYNTHIA MARIE

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4

Open on the desk Kafka
                                        is flying in his little bucket
     the drops of ink he spilled while becoming aloft
form the profile of a woman's swan neck…

 

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