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I sunk in search of Cézanne, the pickled flower who has cleaned History’s teeth. He cut up a cigarette and dipped it in tea, remembering it wasn’t a cigarette, and held it with eyes as sharp as a table. But … Continue reading →

Blue Skies, Daydreams, Watching Clouds He saw bears and eagles, an alligator, grandpa’s puppy in heaven. One time, a dragon. One time, Kokopelli. Every day, he watched the clouds boil and rearrange themselves. One day, he saw them form you. … Continue reading →

infer rays flash the sphereas it flies a vectorthrough blue-backed airspinning as it goes a prediction autonomicthe opponents racketmakes a tight arc to meet it and yellowfuzz wafts as the balltangents a different curve © Dave Lego 2023-03-02 Dave resides … Continue reading →

Thank God for Spring & Family Shimmering blue pink and yellow pebblesglisten in today’s glorious sunshine underneath the oceanic roaring waterof my brand newly planted by my visiting Beaverton sonfreshly arrived from Amazon WATER PUMPas seen through my newly exposed … Continue reading →

Maples Helicopters litter our porch and our neighbor’s driveway like puzzle pieces scattered on a table, varied sizes, different shades of same hue, impossible to spot how they fit together, how in their seed propeller, they hold the force to … Continue reading →

luxe red roses wrapped in linen—tissue paper-thin; unexpectedlyredolent; tucked between opulentoxblood leather cushionson the orient express andcarelessly forgotten—speak in muted tones ofuntold adventures, unsunglongings, days gone by, and themystery of what might have been … © 2023 Rich Follett – … Continue reading →

Երբեք մի մոռացիր–Μην ξεχνάτε ποτέ–Nie vergessen–Never Forget I’d like to fill my yard with forget-me-nots,common blue wildflowers with faces of five lobes,Myosotis, some more rare in shades of violet.I’d like to fill my world with plants rooted in soil,leaves like … Continue reading →

Taps, Elementary School That flag meant business.It would flap like an eagle.It would freeze into metalstrangle the pole.Five, ten, twenty times my heightand climbing.I didn’t know whether the pole was a nail or a screw.I didn’t know whether the rope … Continue reading →

My Life in Coffee Cups Chrissy’s —white with green lettering, coffee shop In Maine, to celebrate my birthday. Casablanca—cream with black lettering, from a boutique hotel in NYC. Starbuck’s mug from my daughter, white on white, the leaf’s vein in … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as  a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Birdsong, On Zoom (a haiku) Copyright 2023 Marian Shapiro Marian Kaplun Shapiro is a psychologist and author of five books … Continue reading →