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  My Mother

  By Pauline B., Oshkosh, WI

  The lens flickers, a polished eyeball taking in the vast world in front of it. My mother steps back, examining her work. Her brow furrows deeply as she critiques her photos. Through the mist and decrepit bowing trees, which look as if they are trying to run away, she trudges back to our royal blu...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Oblivious To Solidarity.

  By Pauline B., Oshkosh, WI

  I am the leaves in the trees and the critters that crawl when the sun is sleeping, the pleasant and gentle wind that tangles through your hair, the writhing of your toes in the warm sand. I am the reason every kiss feels like the first, the exhilaration in his eye when he sees you. ...