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two scrumptious food poems from barbara crooker's new book Les Fauves

Ever have this daydream?

You decide to take a break after writing all morning. When you step outside, instead of your ho-hum suburban neighborhood, you find yourself in one of the most beautiful villages in southern France. 1,060 more words

Poetry Friday

sustenance :: barbara crooker

The sky hangs up its starry pictures: a swan,
a crab, a horse. And even though you’re
three hundred miles away, I know you see… 92 more words

Poems

Autumn is upon us

Our Autumn 2017 poets

Summer seemed to slip by us in the South so we’re hoping for an exceptionally mild, warm and windless autumn. A friend just rang me and said she enjoyed this “Mother ” edition. 1,237 more words

Poetry

Valentine's Day offerings from The Dailies: 2/14/17

Heart to Heart – Rita Dove

It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over,
break or harden,

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On the Rim of the Year

With the air temp registering 16 degrees F., and with a mountain breeze cutting the day to a chilled clarity, it was too cold to fly-fish, but the prospect of an upriver hike seemed appealing. 592 more words

This painting was inspired by what remained of a fallen tree—just a stump. Part of the wood had rotted and what remained was jagged and sticking out in all directions—but still it held tight. 87 more words

Patricia Steele Raible