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Apr.23.2014
From ancient Greece to the 21st century, poets have gazed at the heavens, trying to unlock the mystery and beauty of the cosmos in verse. In his charming new collection, DARKLIGHT, Leonard H. Roller, one of those poetic seekers, leavens his fascination with the cosmos and love of writing poetry...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Apr.23.2014
April 23       CRUMPLED PETALS IN MY POCKET     I can’t bring back the bloom.  Cohesion, lost in ripeness, is left only to memory.  I carry home the parts, folded, petite, fragrant bedding for my wistful desires.  I put these colored remnants into a jar of...
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Apr.22.2014
April 22   WHAMMO       I have been hopping on one foot with a ball of hope shoved under one arm and a ball of hysteria under the other.  I wish I could tell from the outside of the ball which is the hope.  I worry I will put down the wrong one, so I hold on to both....
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Apr.21.2014
My life~ Like road construction filled with, uneven patches, rough grades, bumps, frequent stops and delays~ how I long for smooth highways. ©annettealaine 2014
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Apr.21.2014
Information closely guarded  barest of details revealed, pertinent information redacted~ the particulars won't be shared, until it's too late to care. ©annettealaine 2014
sherrie-theriault's picture
Apr.21.2014
April 21       SOLIDITY     Apprehension stands in the archeological site that is my life…listening.  Listening for the rumble of a cement truck to come and help solidify the shifting and tenuous nature of my existence.  A wet and sloppy solution.  A solution...
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Apr.20.2014
April 20     RANK     I took an area level service position and my sponsor laughed herself off her chair. “What is your motivation for this?” she asked. “I want to move up through the service structure,” my reply. “Are you trying to make rank?” “Problem with that?"  I ask...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Apr.19.2014
April 19       DROWNING NAKED     Bare and exposed, I laid myself on the altar of my home group.  With AA as my only Source, I emptied the contents of my soul and bore the mantle of overexposure.  But vultures lurked in many rooms.  I was safely guided, by...
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Apr.18.2014
April 18       CLAW MARKS     There is a brackish river whose current changes direction twice a day.  Its bed is well washed on every side.  It begs the question: which way is downhill?  There are times I struggle uphill in both directions.  There are...