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Painting by Rick Mobbs Kid’s Kingdom Somewhere far away, but perhaps not so far, lies the magic land of Mobbsia, where children rule. It is ...

Painting by Nadia Reed Indian Summer It was the summer of grasshoppers and "Sleep, sleep" all my father could say was "Sleep,...

Jannie's Siren Song I move through my mantled morning like a bat, blissful in the darkness, the pre-dawn, the hour of the wolfen; travel...

Red Blues Mom always said life with a poet would be rough ---K.L. Cederblom 1. Music. Then, more music. Does it matter what kind? Let's ...

Jannie Funster and her angel, Kelly Over on Jannie Funster's blog site, we got to discussing her poetry, and friend Lane Savant started ...

1979 for Steve If you hear the radio playing out my door, stop, listen, come in and visit. We can drink old coffee, a beer, eat fry bread wi...

Breaking Out the Shovel Sometimes it is better not to know How far the digging needs to go Or if someone will come out and help ----Alex Kuk...