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In the Gloaming by Barbara Stewart
In the Gloaming All I knew before has gone awry; night tends not to day, but toward some unknown place and I am alone with darkling, brooding sky. Today I […]
The Call by Frank Thurmond
“We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.” –T.S. Eliot, […]
The Interlude of Our Acquaintance by Bebra Bayne
I saw her at the symphony on a steaming summer evening– an acquaintance from seasons past. When I spoke her name and touched her arm, she turned to face whoever […]
