Poetry

Diagnosis by Carol Higgins

Diagnosis by Carol Higgins

What if I want to rage Like a storm at sea Against the words I heard – The firing squad.   They shot me down To great despair, ‘Progressing regression. How long not clear’.   No fear of death That is so inevitable But living into oblivion While still here Is sheer...

Hand’s Solo by Amy Sommer

Hand’s Solo by Amy Sommer

By Amy Sommer My left-hand dances to a beat all its own. It doesn’t need a partner or even music. The digits just flutter.  Constantly. Faster when I’m cold, slower when I’m well-rested. Sometimes my hand’s compass points north, then gyrates south; sometimes it...

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Hand’s Solo by Amy Sommer

By Amy Sommer My left-hand dances to a beat all its own. It doesn’t need a partner or even music. The digits just flutter.  Constantly. Faster when I’m cold, slower when I’m well-rested. Sometimes my hand’s compass points north, then gyrates south; sometimes it...

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