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Table of Contents
Young
Mother
by Priscilla Taylor
Renascence
by Barry Ergang
Meditation
on Some Emily Dickinson Lines
by Melisa Hofmann
For
Ann Sexton
by Ric Masten
Campfire
Meditation
by Bernadette L. Wagner
August
Rain
by Doug Tanoury
Nocturne
by Robert James Berry
Young
Mother
by Priscilla Taylor
She has that fragile
skin perched
somewhere between peach and alabaster
Dark eyes uncertain
Her shape is formless, soft like
Pillowed rose-petal, or a rose
Petaled pillowing of space.
She questions motherhood.
What is her role now that
another soul demands,
Curled fists shaking.
The threshold between freedom
and depending so recently and
Irrevocably crossed.
Will it be noose, or can she
glimpse the vastness of her
man-made landscape, where
joy and sorrow are sown,
and rolling furrows
folding on furrows unburden
fruits of love.
"The Goddess..."
by Carolyn Whitehorn
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