poetry

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man cannot live by bread alone
by Liesel Skorpen

Yes, I know,

But where would we be

Without it?

Flour, salt, water, yeast

and olive oil

Set on a sill to sun herself.

your morning
by Liesel Skorpen

LORD,

Your morning,

So starved for conversation,

So eager to bare her hearts to me

In her tongues of spilling milk and sibilant kettle

In the long, low patience of dust turning to dust

common ground
by Paul Willis
Today I dug an orange tree out of the damp, black earth. / My grandfather bought a grove near Anaheim

at just my age. Like me, he didn’t know much./

“How’d you learn to grow oranges, Bill.”/

friends said. “Well,” he said, “I look at what...

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fault lines
by Peter Dent and Rupert M. Loydell
Yes, I know how distant you are

& why you check the starshine.

Your dream will never be perfect,

fenceposts never totally upright,

and the clouds won’t stay on track.