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Posts for June 11, 2026 (page 3)

S.L.Bradley
Category
Poem
1
6/11/26

Generations and traditions

We three 
my daughter, her daughter 
and me
the beautiful love we share 
binding our hearts
intertwined are the traditions
that bring a smile to my face
appreciation of music and delicious foods
Saturday famers market
Sunday dinners 
swimming
the ocean or the lake 
Taking time to bake or decorate
Our love of flowers is handed down to us
I gaze their way
A slow sad smile flashes across my face
The memory of my mother fills my heart
She would say it’s in our blood
What joy she would take in these generations continuing her traditions
On this hot summer day

Meghan
Category
Poem
6/11/26

Orb-Weaver In The Kitchen Window

Standing at the sink basking in the light
right on the border between daylight and golden hour 
I looked up from my two hands to see
an orange orb-weaver spider
working with its hands to wrap up its dinner.
I felt my nose and upper lip wrinkle in disgust
instinctively.
A moment passed before my expression softened.
The spider was not bothering me.
I resumed my work alongside it.

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Samuel Collins Hicks
Category
Poem
6/11/26

Song of Solomon 7:7-9

Your stature is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree,
I will take hold of its fruit stalks.”
            Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine.
            And the fragrance of your breath like apples,
            and your mouth like the best wine…

I bought thighs so I could sauté them
(“browning” is for beef, and when it comes to our kind of cooking,
the French do it better)
Sauté them then, the thighs, before pulling them apart with my fingers
and ripping them to pieces perfect for our mouths

The store-bought tikka masala sauce had straightforward instructions with,
despite the “Indian Inspiration” on the label, not much spice.
So I seasoned the thighs, before tossing them, wet and sticky and raw
into the Valentine’s Day night heat of the searing pan.
Nothing too erotic, cough cough, I mean exotic
just some onion and garlic powder
and white pepper for color.

But I keep the cayenne to the side, you prefer your masala sweet;
your tongue — though adventurous, can’t always stand the heat… 

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Lou
Category
Poem
1
6/11/26

Blush Belly

lucky morning love,
my angel a coffee cloud, lingering,
like the fever that melts blue all over.
it almost marbles me.
picture desire, a blush belly.

 

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Mary Allen
Category
Poem
7
6/11/26

Tipping the Scale

You ask me to forgive,
take you back.

Well, let’s see —
    I forgave unfaithfulness
    took you back twice
    tolerated drunkenness
    your failure to keep a job.

But this last time
you crossed a line.

You stole from me —
    Joplin’s Pearl
Bill Evans’ Waltz for Debby
    Coltrane’s Blue Train.

Forgive you?    Yes.
Take you back?    Never in a million years.

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Diana Worthington
Category
Poem
6/11/26

Pirotechnia

Hans Glaser, Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg, April 14th, 1561
Hans Glaser, Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg, April 14th, 1561

It can be hard to tell
Explosions in the sky
from the woes of worried minds
Maybe it’s just as well
when two worlds interpenetrate
celestial cielings conflagrate
sowing a presence of fire below
that some fear to see
Maybe it’s just as well
Maybe

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Jazzy
Category
Poem
6/11/26

Not A Dry Heat

I’m melting
It’s so hot
My skin is moist
Sticky
Salty

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Shaun Turner
Category
Poem
28
6/11/26

Appalachian (ii)

Papa, lain plain in a clinic—
a chill pall, a china hall.
Nail a chin, chap a lip, pin a hip.
Call Canaan: nil. Call alpha: nil.
I call & call— Nana, nah; Hannah, nah.
I clinch all I can clinch:
a chill chin, a chain.
Chap-lain, I inch in:
chain in chaplain, plain in chaplain,
pain in chaplain, lain in chaplain.
Pinch chai in a phial,
pinch a lilac in a chill pan.
All I can call clan:
a hill, a chain, a call.
I ail & inch & I can.
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H.P. Shaw
Category
Poem
6/11/26

A series of haiku for three baby raccoons

your mother is gone
hit by a car and left dead
off the highway side

i’m sorry small ones
she was there and now she’s not
and now you’re alone

the world can be such
a cruel, cruel place for
the young and the scared

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Allen Blair
Category
Poem
4
6/11/26

in this Curious dark

timbers strain upward
hewn days before
outside in the light
of mother sun
skin chopped away
xylem and phloem
transformed – no longer
a food conveyor, or
shelter bringer, or
fire starter, but still
their fibrous groan
down black tunnels
a natural protector
in this mine
this curious dark

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