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bubbles in the afternoon
by Ryan Hoffschneider

Bubbles in the afternoon
Blown on the back porch.
A gentle breeze caressing its way through my hair.
Looking into the eyes of people I once knew
Glimpses of the past.
Not a care in the world, for everything was good
Laughing at ourselves all day long
Amid the popping of those childish domes of soap.

The thing with bubbles

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Fleshwater
by Brady Stewart

Why ponder
To hell with the cold steel walls
Knowledgeably erected
Unopenable doors, locked.
“Who did it?”
Says religion

It is a combination lock,
Your new highschool locker
Manuel unentailed

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Semper Ego Solus
by Richard Johnson

I stand now
in the kingdom of heaven
Twiddling my thumbs wondering
When I’ll come back down
To the east falls the red sun
Under it, sand billows and vents
Reminiscing two crumbling feet
A crown for bloodlines since run

Know that I sit here unburdened

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"A thread that stitches shadows."
by Dylan Wu Rong

Through the thick mist,
I look down upon the grassy lands,
It is remorseful when I see-
the broken silver needle, on the stone slab.
Who left it behind, or did someone present it?
was it a gift or a memoir for the soul around it?
But maybe it was neither,
maybe- it was the stone that crafted it,
as a closer look sights me the rough cuts,
the many failed thin rods, stacked to the side.

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Leaves
by Ken Ripley

How handy are the leaves that fall from trees,
Maple, Elm, Dogwood, even needles of pine.
I enjoy these trees, yet can’t tell one from another,
Except to appreciate their colors and their shade
And be soothed as each leaf rustles in the breeze.
And I can’t help thinking their story is like mine.
Proud at their peak to driest piles that smother,
The humblest leaf enriches me with every blade.

Leaves, like seasons, grow differently with time.

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Recent Mortality Poems
"A thread that stitches shadows."
by Dylan Wu Rong

Through the thick mist,
I look down upon the grassy lands,
It is remorseful when I see-
the broken silver needle, on the stone slab.
Who left it behind, or did someone present it?
was it a gift or a memoir for the soul around it?
But maybe it was neither,
maybe- it was the stone that crafted it,
as a closer look sights me the rough cuts,
the many failed thin rods, stacked to the side.

......

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"The weight of borrowed time."
by Dylan Wu Rong

Childhood is defined by innocence,
since the little hearts only know of the beauty,
the beauty of the butterfly,
the beauty of falling leaves,
the beauty of mid-summer night,
the beauty of first winter snow.
It is when those hearts see the hurt,
the hurt in the aging wings,
the hurt in the cold bare tree,
the hurt in the harvested seeds,

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Leaves
by Ken Ripley

How handy are the leaves that fall from trees,
Maple, Elm, Dogwood, even needles of pine.
I enjoy these trees, yet can’t tell one from another,
Except to appreciate their colors and their shade
And be soothed as each leaf rustles in the breeze.
And I can’t help thinking their story is like mine.
Proud at their peak to driest piles that smother,
The humblest leaf enriches me with every blade.

Leaves, like seasons, grow differently with time.

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Heading Home
by Ken Ripley

I miss the trees that lined the road,
Their massive trunks and leafy boughs
Changing colors as the seasons passed.
They formed a living wall of green or red
That greeted me when I entered town,
Familiar and comforting as I’d drive by,
A quiet tug of reassurance
Telling me I was almost home.

Year after year, those boughs were there,

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bubbles in the afternoon
by Ryan Hoffschneider

Bubbles in the afternoon
Blown on the back porch.
A gentle breeze caressing its way through my hair.
Looking into the eyes of people I once knew
Glimpses of the past.
Not a care in the world, for everything was good
Laughing at ourselves all day long
Amid the popping of those childish domes of soap.

The thing with bubbles

......

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