Nature’s Call

ballerina floats on air, lifted to the sky with gentle windshouses float like boats across the sky with finsdandelions drift by the thousands making soft snowfallhumpback whale calves whisper when they calla solitary cave formed by the wave movements of the seaas angel, butterfly, and leaf fish all swim free

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Striking Soldier

  (one minute read) dark the liner underneath her emerald green eyessorted whispers exchanged in a smoke-filled hollowcloaked in sadness, she journeys to the bar that floats in the airwalls of black notes isolate reality in a bluesy canvasmoney cannot buy her escape, not this earthy eveningstirring within her nose, the sting of hospital air […]

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My Featured Photographer Piera Jill

Piera Jill Bobroski is a photographer who has a passion for taking portraits for her closest friends, action shots for her son’s hockey team, and nature photographs of any kind.  She also takes real estate photos for local realtors, and loves to dabble in making interesting videos.  A favorite Aunt gifted her with her first […]

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My Poem “Tribute to the Forest” is my first published work on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine

Disentangling my body as my spirit flows without restraintthrough the dreams of the elusive creatures of the blessed forest.My skin touches tiny petals of love that float freelyas cottonwood trees have turned the forest into a winter’s land.As their fleecy white seeds blow into my dreamland with a subtle gustreminiscent of the exquisite white feather […]

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My Honey Bee

Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosaAre my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weepKnowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid softTo divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pourFoulness one tries to […]

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Wild Fire

fear consuming the twelve, a shadow of hiding they boreinto the upper room, they meet, above King David’s tombseeing the Son of God many times, on the Galilean shore golden the waving wheat, breathing in sun through grainscut with a sickle, gather into sheaves on the threshing floorsongs of fowl, from the air, the sun […]

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Pool of Siloam

jade eyes like yearning sound, in the playground of our delightmusic is his words, floating like bubbles that softly graze my earshivering as tender touches, and butterfly kisses, birth my tear our bodies reacting as familiar pleasure finds us, man and wifeas one flesh we soar where stars burst and moonbeams weepas the blind man […]

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Flutist

the heart is a cage that traps birds with no wingsblack keys on the piano play their neighbors in whitefor they will sing for the voiceless birds tonight in the distance air blows over handmade holesmaking chamber music for forty-three-thousand yearscalming the restless and weary as they bleed tears the warrior is a victor, still […]

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Stung

Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a red ant your painful sting and blistering markOur moon blinked and sadly left me […]

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