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Naming Fireflies

They appear and disappear like a meteor shower – if meteors could be resurrected to new life after burning out.

ANNIVERSARY, FOURTH

it’s morning on July’s Fourth we set out on our ritual walk where Washington’s untried army once heroically crossed high on this hillside …

Dressing Yourself

I watch my grandson navigate his morning clothes, these undies, those shorts, this shirt, who cares what color, challenging what his three-year-old brain knows of spatial geometry …

Take dimes!

He’d yell before I went anywhere especially if it was with a boy. He thought there were payphones everywhere. I guess he forgot we didn’t live on a Philly city block anymore.

Almost Ancient

You ask what fills the air this moonless night; barefoot, we move toward the scent. Moist grass summons childhood and trees are giants on the path.

Spring in May

Chalfont, Pennsylvania To rest beneath a canopy of sky Dappled by euphoric blossoms Pink as dawn and fragile ...

ARTWRKD invites you to explore “Nocturne,” a series of Monica Ong’s poetic meditations on the things that keep one up at night.

1809

(Celebrating the 215th anniversary of Bethlehem A.M.E. Church, Langhorne) barrels of light etched itself across a log cabin, bearing a magnitude as gentle as a dove resting at dawn.

Of Value

The skull is packed in my attic. Perhaps I should warn my daughter, assuming she will be the one to sort my life once it’s done. It doesn’t smell anymore. It took a soaking in bleach and days of …

WHY DO THEY WEEP?

Cherry, Cherry, why do you weep? Is it due to your exquisite beauty, Produced without obligation or duty? Do you weep happy streams of rosy tears, Rejoicing in the spring season that nears? Cherry, …

Cecelia Shine will read from her works Saturday, May 4, at the annual Reading and Celebration in Tyler Hall on Bucks County Community College’s Newtown Campus. Hailing from Neshaminy High School, …

The Tortoise

What did I want to do when I came back to write — to detail the drift — two wild hares a dead mouse, a tiny beautiful owl one of the hares chewed up and now this —a tortoise’s muddy back — …

The healing power of poetry will be featured in an “open mic” poetry reading from 6:30 to 8 p.m. Tuesday, April 30, at the Doylestown Library, celebrating National Poetry Month.

Trembling

It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear.— Khalil GibranI relish days in solitudelanguishing in this estuarybefore being propelledinto the merciless oceanSwallow melike …

The Fullness of March Moons

Even during the storm, tonight’s moonlight is generous enough to wend its way through the blinds, shifting patterns on my pillow. So here it is, this full moon in late March, on the cusp of spring, …

My Cloak

At the moment of his death, all the painthat had pulverized his body lifted, woven into a cape of worsted,roughly knotted wool, furled above me, alit, and stitched onto my body. I struggled to stand, …

Snirt

Snow soft and pretty on a windy winter day, pure white and undisturbed, it beckons us to play. Pushed by plows, the cars fly by. Snow blackens from the dirt, soon becoming something else, something we call …

Mike Mann hosts a Poetry Share, from 2-5 p.m. Sunday, March 17, in the j.b. Kline gallery, where he is currently exhibiting his paintings. Readers will include Millette Alexander, members of the New …

Tulips in Midwinter

Thank god in the cold for supermarket flowers. Such extravagance — I bought three lush bunches of tulips, though I wanted so many more to mass in glass vases on every surface in the house, vivid oblong …

Winter Solace

In my backyard, trees tower above me. I run my hands over their surfaces: oak cast in flaky shells, ash in diamond ridges. After yesterday’s rain storm —a musky scent, hoof marks in the ground. Soon, …

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