Our Poetry
Haiku by Laura Barnes
Flowering deep pink
in December my cactus
loses its mind.
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Materials by Gaie Sebold
In the fabric shop on Berwick Street
the door swings shut
on "Come on darlin only a pahnd a scoop,"
and the pale girl in the doorway
two buildings down....
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Untitled by Rosemary Scott
If you choose gifts for me
Forget the turn of years, choose only bright things;
My gold and silver is the Arctic light,
Where sunset spans the world - and arched above
The true Aurora.
I shall tear down light to circle my hair,
Leaving a rift among the stars.
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