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Month: November 2010

Month 3:10

His answer / could be Yes / could be No / Nay / or / Yea / He reflects, reviews, opens debate, closes discussion, his indecision akin to miniblinds (maybe) Venetian.   by Therese L. Broderick

Month 3:9

From her kitchen chair, she listens to the wind. Sugar sifter. From a room upstairs, she listens to the wind. El train. From the cellar door, she listens to the wind. Penny whistle. Her only brother, all winter in bed, coughs & coughs & coughs.   A four-line fiction by Therese L. Broderick

Month 3:8

Week by week, wind wears away the masks of forest leaves, exposing the ravaged heads, those enormous vacant nests.   by Therese L. Broderick    

Month 3:7 (Blue Moon)

Be among peoples who believe their future crouches behind them, not yet seen or heard; and their past splays before them, already known. Look, listen, to their otherwise animal: by Therese L. Broderick

Month 3:6

Still trembling in the lady spider’s web — the balled tummies of eight daddy long-legs. She danced with the stars, outstepping every one.   Therese L. Broderick    

Month 3:5

A shooting star falls between Merak and Phecda — a single drip from the Big Dipper into the longest Finger Lake.     by Therese L. Broderick