Silence 150 150 Beckie Lindsey

[dropcap]I[/dropcap]’m awake and I don’t want to be. It’s too dark to be near dawn. I curl on my side, drawing the blankets over my shoulders, hunkering down in the…

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A Sunday Examen

A Sunday Examen 150 150 Robert Alan Rife

God’s tears like sweet nectar fall in swollen rivulets down the back of my life. The words of the day jumbled in tumbling silence portray what little is left to…

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Losing inhibition

Losing inhibition 150 150 Robert Alan Rife

Just about the time the afternoon had worn off its edges enough to let the daylight leave, there came to mind a certain wave of thought. Lovers made love. Haters…

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The Butterflies

The Butterflies 150 150 Malinda Patterson

The spring my sister Sadie was six, she began to notice the butterflies that lived in our garden, that fluttered from flower to flower. The color and elegance of the…

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