Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Featured Poet: Duane Ackerson   The Hummingbird long ago lost its luggage but not the urge to travel.   Snow Sometimes, while trying to keep its hands warm, the rain embroiders doilies.   Rainpuddles are not all forgotten; the next storm comes carrying crowns.   On the street, oil slicks: are these rainbows that someone should hang out to dry?   Rainy City Neon negligee night, beautiful lady, walks in streaming dark streets   Childhood is a beach and we don't know it till the tide turns against us   He who takes a stand is easier to measure for a trap door.   Constellations Those trellises the night climbs dreaming of the sweet face of the moon.   Next Poem
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