He was a Good by James B. Nicola
He was a good good little boy From break of dawn till time for bed: His father’s pride, his mother’s joy, Immaculately bred. He never lost his temper, was As…
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My Mother’s Pink Bloomers by Milton Ehrlich
In the days before washing machines, Mother kept our clothes scrubbed wash-board clean, hung up on a line in size places—bloomers led the way. When I was a kid, I…
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Ode to Ruairi by JR Vork
If I could swim The pool Of tears That our sun Let out to dry Or hear a wind Thru her…sail Deep into The night I would measure Each wild…
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Fallow Ground is now posting!
Inwood Indiana is an online journal with a paperback supplement. The poems and stories for the Fallow Ground issue are now being posted daily. Congratulations to all the writers whose…
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Sonnet from A Nightmare by Dennis Gilliam
What is this dark dream that is cast in gloom? What ominous, baneful face floats in air, Carrying grim, a foreboding of doom? See the dire eyes how they glow…