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Seven doves
arrive each morning
at seven.
In the snow
on fence-tops, their plump bodies
cleave indentations.
Skat@2017
Sheeting rain all day.
Feed-trays pool so much, doves are
Wishing for webbed feet.
skat@2017
Summer birds, vivid
next to doves–same hue as my
yellow rubber gloves.
skat@2017
Reflections from a contemplative window
the quill that shatters glass
David Kanigan
Setting up a Brand-New Life in London
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
by Lize Bard
Alex Markovich, 39 y.o. male living in Russia. A photographer, writer, and lecturer, as well as translator. A regular guest on “Radio of Russia” and other radio stations. Main subjects of the programs: “Traveling through Russia” and “Photo Art” (Alex arranges photo exhibitions in various Russian towns and cities, as well as abroad). E-mail: travel.with.markovich AT gmail.com
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Writing is ..., it just is ...
My Pen Writes Of You When I Write Of Me
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
home of the elusive trope
